... a palindrome..... a loop unraveled...
now
to
water the lilies...they bend, drowse...
the implosion was near silent...
only
the dogs
heard
it
a few
birds
lifted away
in
slow motion...
a desultory compliance
with
a
momentary
whisper of change....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem