A sweaty man in dirty t-shirt
scrapes a lifeless mass of blood and puppy fur,
leaving stains on highway asphalt,
and on the memory of a curbside boy,
whose eyes hold tears
as big as five years.
this is my favorite poem that i have read so far because it reflects on a boys friend which everyone can relate to
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem and it has good imagery.