Sanctuary of a playground in
A rainstorm
I never took old girlfriends too—
A swing-set, really—
All I carried about—
Thinking of muses in the armpit of
Florida—
Above the navel oranges of Ocala,
The commercialisms of
Orlando—
This was my forgotten world even
While I was there—
And the lines I sewed beneath the
Swings
For a love I always knew was never there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem