swift
and in the sun,
the greenest grass
under your bare feet,
bursting
a frame of shiney and fat
magnolia leaves,
white blossoms explode
as you blow by,
hair buffeted
like the kites and
feathery clouds overhead,
freckles shed as you fly,
everything a surprise
and in the sun.
a blur to everyone else,
slow motion to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem