which do you like best?
the shrill ascent from the floating station?
arching a path unseen,
but guessed with breathless expectation?
or the fiery 'oh, my'
where whatso happens in the sky
mirrors what happens in your head
mirroring what happens overhead?
or the dazzling drizzle
into the dark drink, that says 'show's over':
the fading rain of colors dis-
appearing with a muffled hiss?
that's my personal favorite-
why, you can guess:
so much depends on where you sit
informing prejudice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem