Look:
At the refreshing and bubbling waters of the Niagara
The white garments of Mount Everest
The well-built arms of the beckoning oak tree, dancing to the flute of the cool breeze
The smiling face of the handsome razor
The swooshing waves of the understanding sea
The jolly darkness of the barrel of the gun
Listen:
To the lullaby of the soothing pill as you dream
The cool breeze you feel high up the high-rise
The sympathetic roar of the majestic lion
The loving hiss from the great king-cobra
The rumbling stones of the brawny Rocky-mountains
The assuring sobs of the engine of the car parked in the garage
Is it hard to dance to the rhythm?
(Worcester, MA 2021)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem