The sun so high in the sky
on this street:
The street of music from
pounding of feet
outside my window on my street
Comes a fleet of tweet,
And a rustle of leaves
Sun sets, sits from its throne
next to moons:
bright peach sky as I hear
song tunes
spray-tanned sky
paint-brushed trees
kisses of flowers, leaves, and seeds
Late night skaters, lots of police:
young people out to ride on
the streets,
Near one o'clock
Time to sleep
There's always noise on my
busy street
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem