Calling Green

by Tran Hung

my love
I have the remains of a bitter leaf
I have a herd of night leaf remains
I have a lifetime of moonlit remains
a life that goes for no season

a season of going high
a season of the flight of green kites
a season of noisy red boats and yellow cows
a season of bright virgin bambo
holding hands and letting hands go in the voice of night
my love’s tears a diamond, on the proposal
an intact keyboard, overwhelmed with waves
that sing a song of no shore
I sing a song of no season

pave onto his heart a green but bitter leaf
slab on his lips a moon and leave him away