With Deuter's oboe in my ears
I was already weak
When I pulled into a turnout
High above Pyramid Lake
To let a leadfoot go by-
I was pretty impressionable
With pink twilight in my eyes
Looking down the sage inclines
To soft tracts of light wind
Texturing the shoreline,
A ribbon of birds
Settling for the night
Offshore
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I would like to translate this poem
nice scenery.. i like being there myself. lovely poem indeed.