Watching scenery through blinders of my mind, as it
scurries down paths of reminiscent parades.
Curtains pulled back, allowing picture windows to
project nature into pockets of new memories, saved
for rainy days.
On prairies alone, thinking in my mind while
journeying throughout imagination's wiles.
Coasting down hills of white snow, pretending to be
home in New Jersey during winter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem