The night was wet as I recall
And missing my stop through drunken sleep
I had to wait till the driver circled.
People left, the bus thinned out
But the air it thickened
With each rapturous departure.
From 10 to 6 to 4 then 2
All that was left was me and you,
And if the night could have blackened
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem