With eased manipulation August
is now a timeless November, the
memories are altered not as you
remember. Contrast tweaked-
crow’s a royal blue and sunlight
a hummingbird yellow- these
are images built to last; unlike
the ever skeletal figure in the mirror-
a wood carving about to snap and splinter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
easy does it... nothing beautiful ever came forced, it was born. excellent poetry my dear ~ ~!