I am sitting alone.
Looking across the way I see a reflection.
It is my own.
I wave.
My mirrored self responds in time.
Crows speak with geese in the distance,
Competing with passing cars.
I hear a sound not unlike a sigh
And glance back at the window where I saw myself,
And nothing is there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem