A road bending south
at a four degree bank-
gravity and motion
perfectly aligned-
The sun is a portal
yet to be entered.
Rows of sugarcane
sway in the wind.
I break off a stalk
to give to my daughter,
as millions of prisms
bend light on the sea.
She silently thanks me
and looks at the shoreline.
Flash bulbs of sunlight
streak pennant-like leaves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful slice of a moment in life. Must be scenic where you are