Saturday morning, January 14,2023
Once again, yesterday—I experienced
Blue Dancer with you. My good fortune,
I think, that you were there, if only vicariously,
with me. This sharing, this time, once again.
I will take it; you take me with you, took me
as you departed, disappeared, after answering
directly in the affirmative, "Yes, I love it! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem