Don Quixote Goes Stepping On the Fallen Leaves

Don Quixote goes down the path in the wilderness groping the way 
stepping on the dead leaves carrying the weight of the sitting sun
that is too much for him to carry on his crooked back.

Although he once mounted a horseback high with stately air
holding a spear under his arm, spurring a horse on to gallop freely
through the wilderness sweeping all obstacles away with the spear,
now he goes through the wilderness hanging on his useless broken spear stick.

Since Sancho Panza is no longer with him, he is a disgraced knight 
without an obedient servant; since Rozinante is not with him any more,
he is a dishonored knight without a trusty steed.

And I go with my seedy shadow laid under his pathetic shadow
that moves awkwardly in the red of the setting sun.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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