(after Creeley's "The Business")
What good is the
night, if eyes refuse
to shut the babbling
world out -
like the store owner
gone home, and
left the windows
open for burglars
to invade? But when it rains
there is time to plan.
Sunny days just come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is really good i hope u continue to write may u always walk in the light esteban