rest a while
some strange new dance
is coming to you
along with a
clattering wheel or two,
and the milk of new love songs
sit and wait for them,
disguised as a moon
behind a tree
sit,
wait...
and try to move
your feet
when they
arrive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the metaphor is soothing to the mind and the promise of new love and adventure in the future often keeps us going in these dreary days. this poem is medicine for the mind. nice job.