cars forwards and
In back of
Me.
This life a road
Of
Cars
Filling up my child's
Dreams
And my dreams
Too:
A parade of
Humanity's invention
Each engine's
Combustion
Empirical,
Energy from
Friction.
Cars lined up
And juxtaposed
Next to
Each wave of
The sea...
The fanfare quieting,
My child held tightly
Next to me.
My heart is his
And the waves come
Beckoning to the cars,
Wanting these
Cherry red
Inventions
To come dance
With them.
For all of Man's
Realized inventions
Such as these
Must disappear
Eventually.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem