such a fragile lattice,
thoughts like gauze
at brink of dawn!
morning glory's tendrils
fasten verdant spirals on.
winding 'round
the mind's vast trellices,
a random climb.
a serpentine meandering
rehearsing for a rhyme.
sudden bursts
of color dot
circuitous advance.
blooms of crepe,
bright revelations
seeking circumstance
to show their face
before the sun's
bright rays dissolve
the gauze
of thought,
that fragile lattice;
and displace the flowers
because.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem