I will go early
And feast on doughnuts
(The kind with the jelly in the middle)
Drink huge cups of coffee
And listen
The swirl of voices pleases me
The cadence, growing
Lost then found, the
Murmuring catch
Of sound, the lull,
The plaint of meaning, the
Thread of melody.....
Obscure and haunting
As distant
water, falling..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love that sound too...you've really captured it well.