中国大好き

Wang Yun
FEBRUARY

My wife taught me not to touch the elevator,
but to bring a few seeds when I went out.
When I was done I would throw them into the grass by the door.
Lockdown days went on longer and longer,
I had thrown away seeds over one dozen times.
January passed into February,
every time I threw an arc I would think
maybe in March we will have
a patch of sunflowers coming out.

2/20/20
Translated by MW, June 2020

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