And the truck is cleaning
picking up stories,
pieces of history,
bits of memory.
Boys on roller,
Smokers on the corner,
Gals with halters
Soaked in their laughters.
The bus stop is emptied,
Leaving me,
perplexedly happy,
rehearsing poetry.
Soho, Washington, DC-US
April 13th,2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
perplexedly happy, rehearsing poetry. sweet! sweet! in its simplicity.