A scene of peace,
Some calm passing in my heart,
A few seconds after drinking coffee –
Those pigeons, flying over the square
Passing through the clockwise gap of the swing;
I often dream of Socrates, Aristotle and Lao Tzu,
Ladies and gentlemen, serene, in the air.
My spirit has been fluctuating recently,
Unable to write a few lines, my hand shook.
Ah, I pray to keep my posture.
People eat noodles and drink noodle soup in the alley
The noise floats in the smoke; a bell rings, floats.
They stand up and look up at the square
Where a huge invisible plane is smiling at me,

A few seconds later I woke up —
The plane was diving down on me.

Cao Bo is a Chinese postmodern poet and lives in Xi’an City, China. He has published his works in Poetry Journal, Star Journal and Yanhe Journal, and is author of four collections of poems.He has won the Chinese Young Poet Award, the Top Ten Poetry Collections of Poetry Tide Magazine, the Golden Camel Award of the Silk Road International Poetry Art Festival, and the Boao International Poetry Award.