A current of lines with wheels honed
A city’s gondola on cobblestone
A melody sung in the wake of rain
A song in motion with no refrain
A rider in step with the hum of rhyme
An exit in space to the fate of time
A view of the heavens from underfoot
A blackened carriage was undertook
A lapse in memory as to speed
A crawl to safety was in need
A dampness cold he did behold
A wonder that he could grow old
A sense of wetness he will always carry;
A symbol of fortune’s corollary
Aware that water had a role
As baptism did upon his soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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