Carlos
Past midnight
Sky dark
Lamppost and on it light.
Large tree ignored law
of mankind
shamelessly in open was naked.
On a bough two raccoons
good-looking with their lines
scared me with their fight
their shouting.
Camera in my hand got ready
on my mind: "What is for? "
Red-light said: "is rolling."
dark window showed nothing
failure was video-recording.
I moved to analogy, poems' book
"Wheelbarrow" of Carlos…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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