In-
land we
wait
after
Hurricane
Carla,
pray
for rain
here on the
Caprock, while the
sunflowers
search the
gray
sky, and
watch for the
sun they
have
opened
for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a careful choice of words - I love the image of the sunflowers: one of my favourite flowers.