at home in her highrise
she's intentionally vague
about what time she goes to bed.
imagery spills out in the darkness:
it overflows the drawers in the TV stand;
perches on the bookshelf saved 'til later
when it's lighter
her cat is disturbed by awkward breathing
but doesn't tell what time she goes to bed.
a Frenchwoman's dreaming-
she missed the clouds so much, she had some imported.
she laughs if you bring it up.
no, the lights of the park don't keep her awake;
the noise, the smell of the brats,
the taste of her skim latte;
she's asleep under her imported clouds.
(mon amie) a Frenchwoman's dream
just a bed in a highrise
with the imagery scattered everywhere.
(1994-Tulsa, OK)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i really like the imagery and ideas. : 3