Lasso time! Wrest it's moves from round the pen-
step aboard to tame the beast, at least to
set its corkscrew straight, guide its headlong plunge...
Just pick a foxtrot, waltz or boogie, and
plug it in your ears to accompany
spinning skies, cheering, concomitant crowds
who clap for other contestants seeded
in a mix that time pays no mind to know...
Lasso time! Lope tethered through the gate for
parts unseen, or known, down the powdered road.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem