On a late night
Early morning
ADVENTURE
with no destination.
Well, (if one might be)
New York City
calls us for
coffee, bagels, and sunrise.
With our hearts on
our sleeves
and a dog in between
we take one another by the hand.
Silence.
All is wordless.
Just being.
Capture the moment
In time
In words
And in rhythm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem