i walk this morning
and the flowers are blooming
but i do not mind
i just go on walking
(until the sun begins to set)
as i pass
the same way back
looking for the last flowers
that did not wilt
now i am taking time to reflect
upon some
surviving petals
and then the darkness of the
world begins to fold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem