have you ever looked at the sky at night?
of course you have.
how could you miss the millions of flickering
pale blue lamps floating across the dark
purple, navy, and black sky, dimming the world
for the next couple of hours.
The moon, bright and alone
(the sun decided a divorce was best)
swings on a rusty hinge and casts shadows down scary alleys
and across deep oceans.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem