Riddles finding their way into rhythms of country-
western moments of evening, tabulating and taking
avenues of being towards edges of a final sunsetical
horizon.
Beginning to fade in the distance, slowly traveling
to the other side of the world, practicing good will
and kindness towards others.
Hoping to lighten their burdens a little down the
lonely road of sacrifice and hardship, making their
burdens a little lighter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem