It was just a matter of chance
that today, not some other day,
a transparent flux would appear
very near the edge of the city
colorless but with a sheen of gold
it looked so beautiful and real
that even the leprechauns wife
got up and started tinkering with
all the workings of the universe
just to try to get closer to the gold
'at the edge of a transparent universe' © Rob Knetsch 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem