Speed
Abandoned is the road, in Port Hope
Three lanes on each side
Most crowd in middles
Left is used to pass, race, on right goes the slow.
I zigzag and change line whenever required.
In time I, feel like cow, nostrils wide open
I inhale the chill air, smells nice, it is fresh
I can feel the green of the life in each cell.
“Why so fast? ”
I hear a question, no one asks
The sound is under foot, pedal, gas.
Two converse in my head:
“Yes sister is dear and waiting, Montreal…
She wants to see you safe
Slow down…better late than never.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem