you
may have
found
reached for
and
are touching
a tangible
or a tangerine...
a straw
or
some other berry...
I like the huckles
one must have
many of
them
to
comprehend the
illusive qualities
of their flesh, a piquant
and
transitive feralness, holding firm through
all domestications...beckoning you
to pursue them
further and deeper into the small and larger woods...
knowing in time
you shall find
a clearing in which to savor them in repose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem