After Rain, Foothills
Remnants of clouds
wasps hovering over the hollows
The storm a black wall in the sky
a father turning his back
cars break the quiet
thoughts attending their own wake
and now you
are you you or what you mean
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Translations from the English 
I like this poem very much. I have posted on Facebook on my site I hope you don’t mind. I will post up a poem in a similar vein on my Poems for Poodles over the weekend.
Sure, that’s great. I’m glad you like it! Please send me a link as I’m not on FB at all.
https://www.facebook.com/maggie.emmett