Is this iconic?
Charcoal on paper,
Dusty black pump-jacks,
And a sky
Like sandpaper
Above flaring smokestacks,
And dragonflies.
Less is more, I guess.
Every well's a culdesac,
And here, there are no lies;
It's either failure or success,
Icicles clinging to your beard,
Or sand in your eyes.
The arctic is a game of chess,
And Summertime is only weird.
How did the bugs survive
The February stress?
The mosquitos disappeared;
It was minus 45,
And now they're back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Less is more as you guess. You guess everything brilliantly and bring in expression. Observing nature very deeply you have neatly penned this poem is amazing.10