Rocking this being in the presence of lightening quick rhythms,
choosing to pick up the beat interiorly while keeping up
through writing poetry.
Watching cowboys running down sides of dusty trails just to
find that perfect melody to dance to, chance meetings happen-
ing along the way.
Enticing mind, heart and intellect to gain momentum, taking
steps quicker than ever in poetry, climbing higher into the
heights and depths of life, rushing into measures of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem