Little ways to bring everyone's attention to the stage,
popping a top, skittering across a dance floor in a
timely manner.
Showing the acrimonious challenges that can and are
being created while the music continues to play through-
out this cloudy afternoon.
No rain as yet, but the sky is creating puzzle pieces
to be displayed in measures of rhythms in heavenly
museums above.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem