路灯
樊功生
一有记忆
你就在那里
照着回家的路...
天热时
人在底下打牌
光着膀子
关注得很
孩子们转圈子打闹
像飞蛾...
一年年过去
风吹雨打
默默地照着
也昏黄起来
城市却越来越亮了
下面忽然有人崴了脚
拾起高跟鞋
拍了拍
冲上面嘟噜几句
-- 什么破灯！
终于熄灭了
都静了下来
对面的阳台上
一个声音：
-- 那儿原来有个路灯
爸爸小时候常在那下面玩...
-- 是吗？
男孩捧着大大的 iPad
头也没抬...
Street lamp
By Ken Fan
You're the first thing in memory,
Always there,
Lightening the road home.
In a hot weather,
People gather below playing cards,
Shoulders were bare,
Very focused.
Children ran around,
Like flying moths...
Year after year,
You lit up the place quietly,
In rain and wind.
Your light got dimmer,
While the City have become more and more shining.
Some one suddenly twisted her ankle.
Picking up the high heels,
Tapped gently,
Cursed upwards:
"What a shitty lamp..."
At last the light is gone,
All calms down.
A voice comes from the balcony across:
"There used to be lamp down there,
Daddy played often under it...."
"Really?"
The kid holds a large iPad,
Doesn't lift his head....
