Righting self in the middle of a country-western song
as it carries hearts along edges of a tired life, now
traveling down a beaten trail not fit anymore to be
traveled down.
Seeing at least, reasons for leaving it behind, wonder-
ing why it hadn't been done sooner, thinking to keep on
flowing so this mere poet could wander through life, just
holding onto things that were important.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem