Napowrimo 29

Today's task, the day 30 prompt, was to translate a poem. I've always been afraid of translating, but I took a swing at it today.

The Rainy Day

At least that was the story, shit.

The headlights and fender were torn off –

Clean. The adjuster came, two hours

Later – the

Other,

Arrived. What shit, what money, these things of life create --

The deductible, the rain and the train,

when I would go to yoga with serene karma, a Tibetan monk

The rain, days of rain-soaked plumage,

What is it going to create? A café, three readings, receptions,

Concentrating on the money coming and going between buses that stops

Books, breath

Rain of grammatical indulgence,

Snug,

Breathing,

Words that fall closer

To the adjuster that faces the headlights

What a defense