and maybe i'll marry
a musician
who still plays beautifully-
brandishing love without compromise
engulfed by the gifts she maintains
...maybe I'll go back to selling parts
to good ole ole boys
with perfectly beautiful lives of their own,
living remotely but united to quiet thoughts
and hand finished dreams,
that find a way to horizon
towards the end of summers standard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem