Rhythm of Changing seasons

by Do Mai Hoa

Translated by Do Mai Hoa

When the last leaves of terminalia catappa fall into
Spring
Left alone on the street
in the middle of a narrow, crowded Hanoi Street
People and vehicle, back and forth
stepping on the leaves of tropical almond tree Rustling,
Old season leaving…
Sprout toiling stretching
into bud Life reborn
Earth and sky
mingle collide
with each other
The greetings
The hugging
even all the formal kisses dabbled the Euro-America way of living
Thrash around leaf tip
Rhythm of March, the changing
season calls me back to that night
your
hands
shaking
… falling
me
into which dimension of space, I wonder?