And there they saw you in the middle of the
Day out beyond the water slogging portables—skipping
School with narcolepsy—you'd just exhausted yourself
While heading down to the canal—
You hadn't even made it off the school's grounds—
And the prettier girls headed towards you
And then away—
You had a pack of fireworks in your corduroy pocket,
And with indescribable words, you were
Trying to sell secrets to the tadpoles and the minnows—
Trying to convince them that they could fall in
Love with other things
And make it all the way to the sea, if they really
Wanted to—or be anything after another night fell and
The next morning came.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem