to charles o. holliday, chairman.
on a bench
in charlotte
in the san francisco skyline
in the transamerica pyramid
in my ovoid eyes
i stay
with my banknote counting machine
banking
ranking
cranking
blanking
in a steam engine
in a coffee machine
there is an opal sky
there is a life and this life is a tale
in a slot machine
in a cash machine
there is a billionaire
an american black bear
a snowshoe hare
a morning prayer
in the san francisco skyline
there are a magic square
a sun that never sets
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it.