02090901 morning walk by the bay
(this is a series of poems. i am
inviting you to follow the sequence
when reading so you’ll picture the story
… enjoy, mahalo.md)
part I by the bay
sprinkled yellow figments on rocks
lining straight on cobblestone path
tiny droplets of water from cliff
finding their way on swollen feet
soiled socks soak before the ground
chilling bones making hard to stand
measured steps, a watchful eye
flowering shrubs at knee high
huge, lone monarch butterfly
resting on leaf, preparing to fly
as lizard stop, tongue probing air
scaring chickens to stand clear
few yards more a giant banyan tree
loyal sentinel for ever-beautiful sea
a chair lay rusting, waiting for two
carved hearts on trunk pierced by arrow
names has been erase; could memories too
i could sense romance happened long ago
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem