so it is 'bout this day and this year and the river that is life takes me yet again
to some other place.
On fifty a man should have gained some grace
A look at the sage
and a quiet place
Rocker on the front deck
I ride a big motorcycle and
make sheds
in which to build a dreamt sailboat
and I split wood
and get scared 'bout
a San Isabel future
-CG 1-1-01
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem