if I were to designate a few
of the tender blossoms as yours,
furtive white-tailed dancers...
........you, hoof-clicks with shadows,
... if there's a fine moon...
....here's
what I propose:
that you pause after munching
to give
in return
some of your warm spray
to this patch,
as a lure for the small blue-violet flutterers,
that
I may greet the day
with
them
as company....we all seek something, eh?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'd contribute something of myself to this end, but there are neighbors....with whom I hope to continue to be friends.... so, a favor, please.... '>)