Running through this poetical mind and intellect
not disturbing anyone, silently listening to the
music on a C.D. player.
Writing complacently and happily into many poetry
journals, by-passing feelings and emotions that
are wondering why they're not being written down.
A gentle nod bringing them to mind, then acquies-
ing, going down another pathway in life, changing
direction on the road of this poet's journey into
the beyond.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem