it resides in the southern side of houses
that are filled with cacti and other succulents.
it reflects in between chagal moons
and smoldering cigerette butts.
i saw it once under a lamp along the
roadway just after it rained near cheklov
and 12th st, it was so surreal and beatiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem