You are supposed to buy roses
in such a pink atmosphere,
as if they flourish only for us.
The store owner, busy with
other customers,
hands out plastic wrapping.
With this little fortune,
I hold the roses’ destiny;
when the day passes,
who else will care for their petals paling
somewhere else?
Poem from “Wings Toward Sunlight” (Mosaic Press 2011)
in 2010 my love poems in Chinese 情人节
之二， 之三。。。(2009 随机写９９首情诗…)