Keep an eye and an ear out
You might just hear a scrap
Of love and
It’s the wary bird that gets
The worm
The life
The woman
And I sit by the window
While the cars pass on the freeway and
They do not know that
Tomorrow will soon come with:
This same look
This same dawn
This same sin
And I do not understand
This rush
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
musings of a poetic soul.. passings of a passerby? .. care, Sus.