Sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile.
You're twenty-six, and still have some life ahead.
No need for wit; just talk vacuities, and I'll
Reciprocate in kind, or laugh at you instead.
The world is too opaque, distressing and profound.
This twenty minutes' rendezvous will make my day:
To sit here in the sun, with grackles all around,
Staring with beady eyes, and you two feet away.
The world is too opaque, distressing and profound. This twenty minutes' rendezvous will make my day: To sit here in the sun, with grackles all around, Staring with beady eyes, and you two feet away. great reflections. tony
Wow...The world is too opaque, distressing and profound. This twenty minutes' rendezvous will make my day:
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the world is not opaque to every eye neither is it a credible idea not to move beyond the concept of real time and count ages like they are well deined numbers.