We looked at the earth.
Some daredevils were already living there.
A feeble weed
clung to a rock,
trusting blindly
that the wind wouldn’t tear it off.
A small animal
dug itself from its burrow
with an energy and hope
that puzzled us.
We struck ourselves as prudent,
petty, and ridiculous.引自第237页
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