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塵封半世紀的相片
承載著許多動人的故事
駐足在泛黃的畫面
彷彿掀開慘綠年少的臉龐
在嘴角上揚的背後
隱藏著淡淡的憂傷

伊人熱心攜帶著眷戀
飛過澎湃的黑水溝
把真摯的期望託付藍天
飛鳥在雲端上下之間
似乎感覺到沉重壓力
盡責的把思念安全傳遞

草綠服在情郎的身上
汗流浹背的味道留在故鄉
從飄浮不定的情愫裡
看到的只有焦慮和失望
兵變的故事哪有固定角色
多年等待豈能夠事事圓滿

生命的軌跡宛如變形蟲
在停停走走的剎那
不自覺劃出了一到虛線
在茫然與疑惑的凝視中
看到了無比放大的線條
阻斷了應該圓滿的圓圈


Memories That Have Become a Dotted Line

Photos sealed away for half a century,
Bearing so many deeply moving stories.
Pausing before the yellowed images,
It is as if lifting the face of a raw, green youth.
Behind the upturned corners of the mouth,
A faint sorrow is hidden.

With burning enthusiasm and lingering attachment,
She flew across the turbulent Black Water Ditch,
Entrusting her sincere hopes to the blue sky.
Between the upper and lower layers of the clouds, the flying bird
Seemed to feel a heavy pressure,
Yet dutifully delivered the yearning safely.

The olive-drab uniform worn by her sweetheart,
The smell of drenched sweat left behind in their hometown.
Amidst the drifting, unsettled emotions,
All that could be seen was anxiety and disappointment.
In tales of betrayal by a sweetheart in the military, are there ever fixed roles?
How could years of waiting result in perfection in everything?

The trajectory of life is like an amoeba;
In the moments of stopping and going,
Unconsciously, it traced out a dotted line.
Amidst the gaze of bewilderment and doubt,
It saw a vastly magnified line,
Blocking the circle that should have been complete.

(葡萄園詩刊115.08.15第251期)