ブルーカラー。80年代。アメリカの。
好きだよなぁ、、、この詩。
I have always wanted brook trout
for breakfast.
Suddenly,I find a new path
to the waterfall.
I begin to hurry.
Wake up,
My wife says,
You’re dreaming.
But when I try to rise
the house tilts.
Who’s dreaming?
It’s noom,she says.
My new shoes wait by the door,
gleaming.
