Translating Lost
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Poetic Form: Quatern
Inspired: 2023 September 25
Image: Tokyo, Asia by Wallpaper Flare
Someday I will know what courses my brain,
like going far, from car seat to car door,
and wondering if I needed a cane,
as I sit and wait, and guess a bit more.
I seemingly sense that I'm out of place,
someday I will know what courses my brain,
I feel I'm at home and not lost in space,
so I'll compose myself and think again.
I don't wear glasses yet words are a strain,
nor a hearing aid, --just my persona,
someday I will know what courses my brain,
but I see English--Eh?--Barcelona!
As I'm heading towards the French border,
"The rain in Spain falls gently on the plain",
fades away. Check-point, stutter disorder...
someday I will know what courses my brain.
Copyright © Hilo Poet | Year Posted 2023
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