英语诗：Lake Como

Lake Como

by Nicholas Christopher

The searchlight of a February moon

at the end of the street

bare trees black railing

an eastern star set like a pearl atop a steeple

that shadows the doorway

where the one-armed card shark squats

shuffling his deck on a milk crate

waiting for the No. 6 bus to discharge

the off-duty cop the seamstress

the drunken mechanic and the clerk on crutches

who pauses before his building to watch

the mechanic lose three dollars at blackjack

and then stiffly ascends the five flights

to his two rooms on a shaftway

hanging his coat on a hook

and sitting down at the table