Scars of Colorado- fabulously indistinguishable mothers
On their second child,
Lactating ice-cream for tourists, while all of this flat lining
Traffic dreams,
And the rabbits hide in the brush- hearts as fabulous as
Runaway rubies,
Pounding, pounding: making sounds into the grass,
Drumming for the mounts of ants and other things with so
Many legs that they move without even knowing what
They are doing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem