For A Woodland Sage
The ground hog comes through the bramble and brush near a suburban home then ambles through the back yard.
It looks rather like a furry Alfred Hitchcock --
an even more esoteric John Candy.
It is heavy.
Well-fed.
Lost in thought, what it considers is not clear.
Maybe it considers presidency amongst ground hogs?
Its campaign?
Nuclear fission?
The annotation of a Blank verse poem?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem