A few words on the otherwise
Empty slate remind me of,
A forest mortally burned,
The flight of useless animals
Ghosts who don’t leave tracks
In the snow,
The swift panther who does for them,
A highway on a flat and burnished sea,
Heading from Homestead south to the
Limestone shelves,
A tortoise in a long and eerie wave,
An albatross approaching pale thunderheads,
A gravestone in an otherwise empty field,
A lonely soldier,
But dear enough to remember;
Of how far away you are,
That you don’t care how often I misspell a few
Love letters,
The irony of immense sunlight on
A dead-end highway
Which might have once led home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem i like the flow of words 10