a shaggy black water dog
scaring the fish in the creek
hot coffee on a cold morning
windowpane ice on the slough
first love running to my arms
down the dark train platform
wind moving the bright leaves
in a gold and burgundy fall
yellow green of spring blessing
the meadow flowers with a sigh
polished mahogany paneling
musty smell of the courthouse
an old lover's face in a dream
the door to the room wrong
antiseptic smell of the hospital
the smile of the undertaker
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I could not 'catch' it.
Oh once again, I find it a real poem.Faces of life! Even when not combined to make a prose sense so beautiful.
Just a series of images from my life.
Nothing to catch, just a progressive series of images from my life.