I sat down by a creek
In the company of a small shining green bug
It made no notice of me
No nod or wave or
Shallow Hello
But kept crawling this way and that
Heedless of the giant at its side
If my people were to be as such
Such pleasurable time we might pass
Till I needed grief
Borne
By something
A bug has no shoulder to cry on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes, I like this poem. I also like bugs. and you.