I loved him...
the joy we both felt
when we met on the narrow road
spilled up the hillside on the one side
and down into the rocky creek bed on the other...
.there began a series of yips and howls from further up the canyon
whether or not
there was a wind
to carry the warm and bounding particles
to the ears and hearts of those sharing the dance,
moving with its rhythm, savoring its taste...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
for Sunshine....aaoooowhoooaaaahooowaooo.............