Pink roses float in the twilight park
On a bench sits a family—a wife and two children,
A man who looks exactly like Nicholas II
I snatch a flower for myself
I walk up the street
At its end, suddenly flashes forth
From the black sky a crescent moon,
Impossible to ignore
Like a milk cap mushroom cap split in half
Enormous, blood-misted
I stand there with my rose
Made of star stuff just like you
Unavoidable just like you
Melancholic just like you
When I finally return
Time has passed
And no one sits on the park bench anymore
Original poems in Finnish by Ilpo Halo. Translated into English assisted by AI technology. Copyright remains with the author, Ilpo Halo.