i had a brilliant Spokane epiphany that stayed;
in my bones and on my skin,
inside these wanting eyes i believed in
(and i know that
i can get there again someday;
and stay,
with another Puddle of Mud
idea.)
just a little longer next time and you will see,
just what Spokane really means to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem