Loose ends
melting
together,
a mental to do list
soon
shoved aside.
What about today?
where
does it reside
in the
hierarchy of things
we
need to rethink?
Needless
interruptions
seek refuge,
need asylum from
mounting
pressures
society heaps
upon
us daily.
We are
the chosen ones
expendable
as much so
as
the few
useless
pennies
carried
around
in our pockets
waiting
to be
carelessly
tossed
without a thought
in the
car's ashtray.
(11-22-1979)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
am just a token I could agree with this...nice