On rainy days
such as this
at work it slows
down I think it may be
just a suggestion
when it is cloudy and dark
for everyone
to yawn more than usual
and give us time
to think about things
like
the smell of apple fritters
that are too brown
because in the slow moving
day
someone turned their back
too long
to think about
the Chesapeake Bay and
when the horseshoe crabs
their lifeless shells
littered the shoreline
like fallen heroes
to think about
the sounds of the lonely
crying on a fire escape
unable to pay the rent
and holding their hearts
in a paper sack
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for letting me see it from a different viewpoint... Good Job! ! !