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.