there are many of us still
roaming
finding another opening
after a series of exits
there are less doors
for us
who still want to do things
right,
and we keep on looking
and we are not finding anything
we retreat
in a corner and close the door again
open the window
for thin air
and here again
back to the lines that comfort us
poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem