there was no reason to kill
a dazzling-feathered
talking parrot
like a person conscious of his underarm odor
it crouched with folded wings
at the corner of a vast space
staring silently at me
my son's parrot
that I accidentally killed
with my own hands
Appeared in :
Bilingul Poem of the Month(2015.5);
台灣詩學-吹鼓吹論壇;
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