nudge on my foot
commanding voice
stolen nightmare
i didn't understand
a word, that's okay
we are moving on
i could smell sea
from westerly wind
i still have full canteen
couple of power bars
good hiking boots
wide brim buri hat
stick from fallen tree
could be useful for me
to push who wanted piece
of me, to ease weight
on my foot, temporarily
sooner i would be at sea
***
buri is a palm tree, the unspread
leaves are slice into pieces and weave
into handbags, hats, mats etc. very
popular in far east and in caribbean
or along torrid zone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one alot. Who are you talking about in your biography though?