Urban life I try and leave as the asphalt turns into the muddy path before me.
Watery puddles and ponds as I meander
down the trail to this swampy wonder.
Urbanism doesn’t leave me
as I notice the rusty tin before me.
In the foreground a blur at first and then all at once.
Awakening to show the decay of what has been.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem