Bare Bones
That’s what I see and feel
I got no bed but I got love.
The bones call my attention though
They call my eyes to the street.
I see the grass sticking out
Of my picture perfect sidewalk.
I see my reflection in the window
And pray that I look not like another.
Everything’s got it’s cracks.
I’ve just gotta wait for time to seal up
Some of mine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem