Landscape

Gu Cheng
 

The distant river has turned a purple blue,

The waves are taking flight.

A hurricane has hoisted its pirate sail,

And a net of rain is salvaging the world.

Like worthless small change, the spindrift

Is tossed thoughtlessly by the surf.

Stretching out its mast,

The little boat offers up a last prayer.

The sun has not yet retired,

Casts yet another false smile.