I woke up this morning
to a glimpse of delicate blue sky
through gray cover.
Wonderful!
A black bird darted through it.
I want to feel each day
the wonder of life,
but I fear something more
than Bukowski’s black cat
creeps toward me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I so love this new poem of yours and wish you would put some more on. I imagine that bukowskis black cat bothers you less than the existential dragonfly?