the night is getting late
and i am inside my car
the cd player is off
the silence is too loud
to be ignored
at this hour the roads are clear
except for the checkpoint
at the boundary between
this town and the other town
the rain starts to drizzle
it is cold
but he is confident that
to the place of his destination
it will be warm and cozy
his wife is waiting for him
to be home again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem