You came for the rest of your stuff yesterday
And pulled the weeds from amongst the columbines.
I watched you in those flower beds.
I helped you pack seasoned river gear.
I tried on nobility.
Finally I fled on my old chopper
I watered those damn flowers-
But i never cared like you-
Never could see the weeds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So much emotion expressed In these few lines Exquisite!