washed only that evening
newly hung glass lamp shades
freely swinging
dimly incandescent
against an orange sunset
the sea restless in its evening tides
but soft at this distance
and occasionally silent
time comes in uneven chunks
raw-edged
[the granddaddy bulb
not replaced since the house was built
refused to come on
but only for a moment]
in how many places since
have I seen these birds
gathering for their twice yearly migrations?
July 13,1993
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem