In a Scottsdale Hotel, sitting in the lobby bar,
awaiting the appearance of Bruce Jenner.
Fire roaring in a fireplace beneath Christmas
garland and bundled balls.
Bows, whitely spaced atop the garland.
A desert painting set over the mantel, depicting
the beauty of an Arizona desert.
Serene atmosphere settling me into a peaceful
calm, setting the stage for this morning to meet
and listen to Bruce Jenner.
A world-class gentleman - or so I've been told.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem