The sky crumbling
Loose strands
Of clouds
Prelude
To roundabouts
Of floodgates.
Gush - gush -
Breakwaters open.
Tides
Tides
Tides.
See the spectator
Rushing through the wind,
Stings
And scars
Under waded footprints.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem