direct to the point is
blunt. So we look for the
river that runs and winds
its way beside the foot of
a hill, taking the proverbial
path of least resistance.
be logical, hit the center of
your universe. Answer me
directly, like a yes or no,
nothing in between for some
collateral justifications,
point blank, no powder burns,
you are looking for meaning,
as though, if you fence a house
everything would be safe,
the dog wagging its tail,
the parakeet teasing the
women, the echo that keeps
fidelity to your calling,
the fog that beautifully
cautiously walks beside
the trees and then blindly
an old man asks you what
time does the train leave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem