i still wonder
as i sit beside this
window
where i always come
home on time
why you find so much
significance over
the glitter of the green
bottle on the other side
of the fence
in that abandoned house
where the road divides
this house and that house
where cars pass by
creating so much noise
which drowns the croaking
symphonies of the frogs
in the middle of this
heavy rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem