I think of a photograph, now gone
of the world through a window
the houses, the backyards
and the oldest tree in the world
at the end of a summer day
And in the glass top of a terrarium
this world was collected and held
as if in a jewel
as it is
in my mind's eye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely. A simple vision captured in words.