Sometimes I feel like I’m
Just filling space
Like a poem
In someone’s newspaper
Glanced over with
Morning coffee
And a piece of toast
Hoping and praying
That somehow I don’t
Wind up, crumpled and stained
On the bottom of
Some cat’s litter box.
(Previously published in The Short North Gazette, Summer 2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah! Nice write......