mown down today but
daises...dandelions return
a few days later
dash across the grass playing
pay no attention to sign
catch a pair of tights
yes...fishnet to be precise
maybe a mermaid
lost them or an amorous...
I didn't catch anything else
boys condense the sun
magnify it just for fun
paper becomes flames
now spider trapped inside box
scrabbles to evade its rays
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem