戴耳機的男孩兒

他穿著松垮的褲子和肥大的襯衫

帶著耳機一路哼唱著百老匯的歌#65377;

時不時地他回頭看我一眼，

隔著穿行的車流，一個中年的父親在向他招手#65377;

他是一個十五歲的城市男孩——不大，也不小——

但我想象他是一只五顏六色的無名小鳥

百轉千回的歌聲一會兒像麻雀一會兒像知更鳥

歌聲劃過，可以讓每個角落的商販聽到

我一直認為他是一只野生的雛鳥

在飛過樹頂的高空中

警惕地翹起一只翅膀

回頭凝望我#65377;

He is wearing baggy shorts and a loud T-shirt

and singing along to his headset on Broadway.

Every now and then he glances back at me，

a middle-aged father weaving through traffic behind him.

He is a fifteen-year-old in the city—no more， no less—

but I imagine him as a colorful unnamed bird

warbling his difference from the robins and sparrows

and scissoring past the venders on every corner.

I keep thinking of him as a wild fledgling

who tilts precariously on one wing

and peers back at me from the sudden height

before sailing out over the treetops.