The phone in the hand
Computer on the table,
then all noises stop..
Looks of confusion
crowd the streets of the town square...
the noises start up
Ears are pounding and
visions of the future gone..
what to do without
Without the world there..
No plans to continue this
Where do we start now
Look out the window
See the possibilities..
and don’t burn them down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem