The tin bath
that splashed with laughter
before many a Friday fire
as the stove roared
& brothers & sisters
became miraculously cleaned
of dirt...woes or worries
fills
to the brim
with early morning
rain water
& a forgotten floating doll
in the field at the back of the house
as ice forms a thin skin
on the surface of everything.
And horses, suddenly startled
...gallop away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem