The man exuded bitterness, the
lingering aroma of knowing the truth.
With each moment he seemed ready
to accelerate into flight,
the more distance the better,
sweet speed nestling in his mind,
his focus on the loud presence
of the whole earth
for the first time in his life.
He had never gone to the moon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem