Driving My Parents Home at Christmas圣诞驶车送双亲回家

As I drive my parents home through the snow

their frailty hesitates on the edge of a mountainside.

I call over the cliff

only snow answers

They talk quietly

of hauling water of eating an orange

of a grandchild's photograph left behind last night.

When they open the door of their house they disappear.

And the oak when it falls in the forest who hears it through miles and miles of silence？

They sit so close to each other... as if pressced together by the snow.

穿过风雪，我驶车送二老

在山崖边他们衰弱的身躯感到犹豫

我向山谷高喊

只有积雪给我回答

他们悄悄地谈话

说到提水，吃桔子

孙子的照片，昨晚忘记拿了。（剩余199字）