She was trapped under the rubble of a building.
"I'm sorry we couldn't afford a big house.
I never earned enough."
"I didn't mind, honey."
The truck driver recalls those last words he spoke with his wife
the green light, growing blurry,
comes toward him in the deep of night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
poem based on his own experience of the Kobe earthquake in 1995 [from 'Poetry International']