in the back yard
spring winds
ripple plastic bags
the tree by the fence
atwitter with nuthatch-
moving in day
girl in the library
peers at the screen-
her books stacked neatly
in the garden pool
water shimmers-
new moon winks
a blond waitress
leaning over the counter-
passion flares!
house across the street
silent and lonely-
bank's property
red leaves in the yard
moiling and skittering-
a broken toy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem