Leaves have no choice

樹葉別無選擇

but to articulate the wind:

唯有發出清晰的風聲：

aspens like zills, aglint and atilt;

山楊擦響指鈸，閃熠靈動的光；

the willow, a lone zither.

柳，一架孤孓的箏。

Riffling the cottonwoods at dusk,

黃昏之風洗滌三角葉楊，

winds find me cushioned against

直至發現露天車庫裡

the concrete in the open-air garage,

我靠著水泥地上的軟墊，

facing the trees, the drive, the road,

面朝樹，私家車道，公路，

the mountains up the canyon’s

以及峽谷對面的

other side, until an onrush bellows

峰巒，直至一股激流呼嘯

a mindless heartless ecstasy

將那無心的狂喜

through the empty sack of me.

擊穿我空無的外殼。