No windows
In this school for the blind;
But fluorescent lights
Try to teach
A defiant, cool white cane
That leans next to the boy
Whose fingers fan
The lower register
Of a twelve-string guitar
That has a green
Cardboard pine tree
Hanging from its neck.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is it.. more my speed.. your style...iip