Throw it all in –leave with a
Satchel of electronic backup
Memories - the wrap that makes
Life twice the capacities of
Molded possibilities - forgive
Think it through the webs that
Artist drew to pass the brush
Of genius - look up the road
Into the grayness of fall
A mile or two carved in trees
Spindle wise –see where spirit
Lives - see if you missed out
On - soul left behind in haste
Set in peace on shoulders awhile
Look back just as far behind as
Disappointment waits her spell
Push on and not far up ahead
Kismet disappears in a fog of
The heart’s expelled congestion
No sooner than waved away in a
Memory’s conjecture left back at
A stretch of forgotten inns - no
Vacancy signs at checkout times
Girls gone home ahead make their
Lover’s beds low litmus lamp
Light guides the good drawn away
Onto paths come to soon to end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem