Elevator chat
Shorter by inch or two, he's Chinese
He wears white
Thinly lost in layers, in parka is foggy
Heavily bundled up
Looks at me, what I wear raises hands
Both thumbs up
I wonder what to do to reflect, or reply
Smile with a "Ni-Ha"
With signals he tells me I am young
"Shien-shien" I smile
All I wear is single sweater; turtle neck.
My belly sticks out
We don't share single word among us
Once again a signal
"It is big; it's no good; you must lose."
Pantomiming a walk
At first floor he departs with good-bye
I reply "Have no time"
With this he took away all my thought
I love such caring times
Encounter; sharing words with smiles
Isn't that lovely, kind?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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