On the River Bank Without A Boat

			by Shi-Min Fang


After so many years,
So many rivers have dried up.
This one cannot last too long.

I will be able to cross it on foot
To look for the debris of paradise.
The paradise built with toy bricks
Collapsed on the other shore,
And decayed into those black black cobbles.

When I arrive at the middle of the river,
The river will rise quietly.
I will stay at the middle of the river,
The river will drown me slowly.

The river is rising quietly at this moment,
And all of cobbles are shining together.