Standing by warrant waysides, betraying inner realms
with tantalizing imagination.
Worthily looking askance, passing open doorways with-
out backward glances.
Fighting impulses to step outside of life and begin
anew on other desert plains.
All this thought gathered in a moment, displayed on
paper and saved for posterity in a poem, never to be
thought again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem