Classic Poem

Everyone races
Everyone moves like cats toward fish
Everyone munches from another's shoulder
Every step is compulsive
Be my companion, heart
Soften my questions
My memory has aged in the past four years
The muse ran away from me
And what about the friends?
Will they come tonight?
We can laugh at our old troubles.
Will my broken mother serve me joy
baked with laughter?
Will my father tell the familiar story of his first voyage?
I walk forward through the neighborhood ...
How often I repeated to friends
that I would walk barefoot on asphalt
crying, " Harbor of the world, I am the boat! "
I stare at things, the old playground speaks,
— Have you come to break your hand a second time?
I walk on
Should I stop by the coffee bar?
Black tea used to be fragrant and full in the cups
Unrehearsed poetry gushed out from our lips ...
But where is the coffee bar?