Tangible moment
I am leaning against an old paint chipped railing
A train station, mid summer, early morning
Demented crows gabble at each other hoarsely
For the moment the air is cool and fresh
I want to package this moment and send it to you in
your office
When it arrives the fire alarm will go off and you
will be Obliged to go outside,
Away from your windowless golden prison
You will see the crows, feel the breeze and see the sun
For a short while you will be you, not somebody else's you
Jon.H
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Jon. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.