On a perplexing Thursday avenue,
we sauntered the busted concrete
through paralyzing malaise and general defeat
of post highs and hangover retreats
to flounder like fish in shallow streams
at ancient bookstores of forgotten youth
currently closed and abandoned.
I imagine, in separate destinies, we'll weep
in isolated nursing homes en route
to cemetery sanctuaries of final prayers.
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I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful and evocative wow, I like the phrasing and similes employed so creatively to render special effects. Kudos. Nice to read from u again. Pls do comment my latest poem called POETRY COMMENTARY EXPOSURE......