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
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
Rain of grammatical indulgence,
Words that fall closer
To the adjuster that faces the headlights
What a defense