it's cool out tonight.
the breeze blows the curtains
out
in
then out again
as i take up my pen and paper
and proceed to spell out the evening.
i went for a bike ride tonight
uphill downhill steadily pedaling
bang (whoops) hit a bump.
this breeze is awfully strong.
it's blowing my calendar
and various papers on my desk.
maybe i should shut the window
(or tell the breeze to stop blowing)
(1973- Okmulgee, OK)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem