Born
only that dawn
a bank
of morning glories
chant
& trumpet the day:
'Blue...blue...electric blue! '
they sing
in unison
full of sound
& vision
like they were
big fans
of David Bowie
in the so long ago '70's
as we go visit Vesuvius
& the ruins of Pompeii.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem