a baby poem grows into
a lady poem
and one day at the port
she disembarks
sees her old mother poem
and they hug so tight
and kiss and
cry
all the tears of joy
on their first meeting
after
a separation
something they cannot
explain why
all those years
fate and prose
did not meet them
until the metaphor-ships
find them in
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem