老街 The Old Street

[顏雪花Catherine Yen]

(La Baiser)


老街

一條街瘦成一行字
在歷史的掌心
用無法對抗沉默的舌
舔風中乾癟的秋光

城市的背影
一齣過氣的戲
移動的腳步
驚醒帷幕的塵

屋角的蜘蛛
在金色的月光下結網
撐竿跳下
墜入忘境的濃密

空盪的鞦韆
閂上眼瞼
唱著無聲的禱詞
一條街瘦成一行字

老街

一條街瘦做一逝字
佇歷史的手中心
用無法度對抗恬靜的舌
舐風中凋脯的秋光

城市的背影
一齣過時的戲
徙動的跤步
驚醒布簾ah頂的風飛沙

厝角的蜘蛛
佇金色的月光下經網
撐竿跳下
墜入bat chiu chiu乎人忘神的境界

空盪的韆鞦
Kah目睅閂起來
唱著無聲的祈禱詞
一條街瘦做一逝字


The Old Street

A street was thinned into a line of words
In the palm of the history
Licking the withered autumn in the wind
By the tongue of a resistless silence

The back of the city
A passé play
The pace of movement
Woke up the dust on the screens

The spider in the corner of the house
Making a net under the golden moonlight
Jumped by pole vault
Fall in the oblivious state of a strong affection
Empty the swing
Latched the eyelids
Singing the soundless prayer
A street was thinned into a line of words