the sunflowers
are nodding, to the last
breath of their
falling petals,
to the
victory of the seeds,
the night is about
to end, and twilight
in slow steps is moving
to the edge of the
bush
a squirrel appears
taking something
hard and round
to its mouth
i sit here watching
how each of
these creatures
chew their respective
versions of
reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem