The opaque civility
takes a big toll. The fledglings
were dying in the duck pond.
*
I want to steal the moon
tonight for a ritual
and bring it on my lake.
*
A wet floor always
mirrors the voices floating
on the low roof of my rainbow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetic verses with deep meaning. Thanks, Satish Peace