People walking, cars driving past, not noticing anyone hidden
within Big Lots, sitting here under a gazebo, unnoticed, writ-
ing poetry and listening to Yanni on a CD player.
Amusing and entertaining self while writing, enjoying a secrecy
of life here alone, nothing to tempt or side-track this mind
or intellect.
Loving the peace and quiet and the fact that absolutely no one
is bothering or interfering in this private little space of
anonymity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem