Smooth and fanciful
old and grey
lactose drinks on a summer's day
the weird the wonderful
the bland and cold
one man prospers
while another is sold
finger the air
and feel its sway
then become silent
you have lost your way
arrive at last tired and bored
the day is empty and unassured
sit down at your desk and pick up your pen
you are now so fertile and at home again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem