Trinidad bus stop-
Glass panel that was shattered
Has not been replaced.
Westhaven P. O.-
The pink azaleas are blooming.
Humming birds visit.
West of Moonstone Beach-
Covers of gray mist make the
West horizon’s bed.
Near McKinleyville
cars shine in the rain
At the airport parking lot.
Side street vista-
Tall dandelions and a boat-
Old house, unkempt yard.
Central Avenue,
McKinleyville Park-
Bikers wear rain coats.
Ninety minute ride.
The bread line’s shorter by an hour.
Soon I am back home.
“Poverty abides, ”
Tree frogs sing by the water.
“A meal makes our day.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have a good heart, write with it, not your mind, your work i like it has feeling Osceola