mist adorns morning light
silent drips left movements
of leaves; waves of a palm
blurry silhouette beneath tree
awaits patiently; hand signals
she must be on blue tooth
talks, giggles, looks up
smiles. pulls her shirt
by neckline outward
picks pebble; throws
red petals fall
branch lifts up
she waves her hand
started to walk home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is my third attempt to write a comment... i am looking for one poem that you've written some 7 or 8 years ago which i'm hoping you still have. anyway, i'll look.