It’s long time
Car has changed
Place too
I’m here
Toronto, Canada
Though you are far
Far, too far and away
You’re here
With each reverse
In my mirrors
I see you and hear
“Though not good
Your backing is great.”
Yes Ebi
You were shot by the Guards
Your brain in my hand
I know that you are dead
Long ago; many years
But alive you’re around
When I drive in reverse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
drive in reverse, good writing, thanks.