A Haibun
In my recurring dream, a man shaped like a Henry Moore sculpture lies at the foot of the Toronto skyline. Red and blackslashes cut the sky above him. The title, "A Meeting Place of Minds, " is printed at the top of the book. My signatures,Chinese and English, scrawl across a water-stained map of Taiwan at the bottom.
Pacific shore...
one poem after another
folded into boats
Note: The origin of the name 'Toronto' comes from the Huron word toran-ten, which literally means meeting place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem