There is a song that can be heard
Only when walking in a small town
The hum of bikes speeding by
The whooshing air-brakes of a bus
The cadence of hard soled shoes
The huffing of exhaust fumes
Honking sounds of geese flying above
The eroding sound of a decaying bridge
The rippling river waves that lap
Against a silent shore
2/5/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem