appearing from so many distances
tiny lush green trees rubbing a blue horizon
beyond my beloved's smiling face
as we lay dreamily embraced in sweet disgrace
big shiny black bugs gleaning bleak sidewalks
in a memory of childhood curiosity
one among many I lived long ago and dwell on
a little butterfly resting on my knee
that has yet to fly to me
as I wait impatiently for it to come
none seen had I not been looking
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem