the moon is watching me again
through the trees, soon the
Sun will follow,
is it inclination, or declination?
The robin started at 5: 28 yesterday
and I will listen this morning
timing it carefully
as I have been predisposed
to symmetry
the grandiose manifest
of earth’s entitlement
follow’s me
she seems as kind
as she is distant
like the moon
the sun
and forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem