I had a revelation
at the SuperCenter in the mall
I was trying on a polo shirt
of an apple-green shade
and between the two mirrors
I saw my face
and my exposed chest
and it occurred to me that I am ripening
and that soon I will drop like an apple
and will crash onto the warm ground
and a thump will sound
and the earth will not shake
and the sea will not flood
and the sun and moon will not go dark
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well conceived and elegantly crafted. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.