Skies jealous of the color green
While I’ve been to high school,
While your father works on the truck:
And now all of this:
Your son smiled at me driving by
Today without knowing who I was,
Or of all of the gifts I had sent him
Even though all of the mountains I’ve spoken
About are all so far away-
And the time proceeds through the traffics of the
Unseen,
And this is just my work bullied up beside
The regular traffics:
The cats and the snakes hissing: why, lets try to
Figure out what they’ve discovered,
Underneath the house, or underneath the wave:
Lets try to figure out if it was something good,
While the students come home again,
Drawing their own way: I wonder if they will think of
Us as the jump from the bridges that from their
Efforts find survival easy-
As the airplanes continue their loopholes through
The same magnificent colors that I’ve swear
We’ve never seen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem