twilight adagio...
moving through the ocean fog
cranberry workers
therapist's office...
noticing the withering
poinsettia leaves
opening the door-
the scented breeze quickly gone
in the old outhouse
sudden autumn storm:
dog and master's frisbee game
goes on anyway
intently watching:
little boy feeding a fawn
a bottle of cream
their master's cigar-
little puppies on a leash
taking turns sniffing
back of the garage...
March wind making dust devils
out of old cobwebs
distant rocky shore
softened by the ocean fog...
sand-dollar hunting
fighting the March wind,
pedestrians barely miss
the limping pigeon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem