for T.M.
the trees are shedding their leaves again:
another summer is over.
the Christians are praising their Maker again,
but not the disconsolate plover:
i hear him berate
the fate
of his mate;
he claims God is no body's lover.
Published by The Rotary Dial and Angle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem