On a one-way to the west coast
Fifteen hundred miles to go
I thought to pull to the side of this deserted road
And walk till the glare of chrome was not so bright
'I'll be back in a few blue beast'
The rake of my hand in Texan sand
A little velvet box fell from my pocket
Dug deeper with both hands
Settled it's fate with a nudge of the toe
Drug to the side and stamped in tight
Don't know if I'll be back
How would I ever find it again
With no sign or landmark?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting poem. It's intriguing like you want the reader to figure out a mystery from subtle clues. Wonderful flow and form. It's like I can hear the narrator and their voice and it's emotional tone.