the popping noise
began the
descent
of the large oak
cornered back into
the nook of
the cove off
the bank of
the deleware
the same place
where children
swim across
the width
of the river
laughing
and
managing
their way
through
the current
of the
murky
water.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem