into
a sky
of
heartbreaking blue...
I hear you, friend,
you've been there
two
apples and stethescopes
now being served on the veranda...
last one still dressed rides the wheel...
...and mind the switchbacks...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
OK...stethO....again, too durned lazy to write it Over again.... spellcheck not spoken here...'])