1
My wife
says their crinkles
I see
them both as wrinkles.
More like crow’s feet
aptly named:
crude
direct
piercing
but it’s not really the eye is it?
2
Picture ovals with sunbursts blasting;
craters stuck with a precariousness of chance, crying.
Dad said you only have one set
better take care of them.
One of grandpas married a BB.
Oh, the humour of it all
can swoon multitudes of species
offering sense of enlightenment
for all the blind to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem