A light tap here.
A full rush there.
A guiding to the stark precipice edge.
A lone but not lonely
pony in a field.
His mother dead.
His father dead.
His brothers dead.
He finally gets what he wants. --
Peace...
A field to traipse
back and forth in all by himself.
A lone pony.
He practices soliloquies.
Still
how does he explain
it all to God
when it is his turn?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem