I am waiting
for the next discontinuity
in your smile
a break in thought
a vacant moment
when eyes forget
the smile
I am not afraid
not any longer
a glass scribed
with a maze of lines
waiting
to break at the slightest pressure
of an accidental hand
- January 22,1974
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nicely written.