translating a poem

honorable translations arise
with the hands of insightful, rare artists
my friends translate skillfully, daily

this, my own translation
a moment refined
our friendships defined

my friends, have i painted us into a box?
will this paint ever dry?
is there room, now, for doubt?

wondrous hands, maintained without stain
effortlessly lifting and placing the great frame
stepping back, admiring this

Magnificent formations!
Fresh and direct!
Oh!

the quiet views
within
the wilderness

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