as I over look the water
the old lady stares back at me
there's a bee crawling into a flower
a concert in my head
it takes me back to you
I laugh out loud as
memories flow and analysis
grows
the lady looks with a startled face
and I wonder
how many broken hearts
have sat here
reliving lovers
re-talking conversations
re-feeling bodies
deep under the covers
of shading trees
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem