A path lay beneath trees nestling
soft bare foot wanderings
and the to and fro shhhhh
of the shore.
On the path lay the aftermath
conceived by the cloud burst
that serenaded the sweet
night before
And there splashing in sunlight
a Great Kiskadee bathing
spot lit in that ring
on the floor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem