THE WRITERS POST
VOLUME 7 NUMBER 2
Translated by DO VINH
I have seen the sunken jugs
rolling on the streets of Sai
gon, the sunken jugs rolling
with the dream motorcycles
from japan china and korea
and the cyclo pedicabs and
motorized... some by themselves...
The sunken jugs rolling with
the dust and trash and the trickery
and the thievery and the humanity
and the friendship and the happiness
and the sadness and the satisfaction
of shedding oneís skin†††††††††††††††††††
after a long day of mental labor and†
physical labor and after a day
of baloney and peace without
incident and without work...
Itís like every sunken jug††††
carries with him a story†††††††
sometimes alike and †††††††††††††††††††††
sometimes unlike each other with
happy stories and sad stories
and stories both happy
and sad all rolled into one
some stories neither happy nor
sad... so that each sunken jug
rolls along their own way
sometimes alike and
sometimes unlike each other
rolling this way and that
zigzagging slowly like a turtle
cow or rolling feverishly with
not a care in life broken arms or legs
without a care for life theirs
or anyone elseís... what does it
matter such small things just
drink a few more sips and then roll on...
††††††††††††††††† ††††††††††††TRANSLATED BY DO VINH
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