I sit, posted up
beneath the flagpole
its ropes swish
giving way to clink after clink
I look up and realize
the world is upside-down
or the world is split in two
that decision is up to you
but, in the deep sea above
float white cotton masses
and wading in it all lies the flagpole
conjoining the two distant planes
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like the poem and love your note even more! We never know when inspiration is going to strike so I guess we make do with what is available at the time. Thank goodness you at least had the pen to write down this little gem!