Going 'Garage-Saling'.
The face of a middle-aged woman
will forever remain a paused image in my brain.
Buying a typewriter.
'Well, I'll probably never see you again,
so good luck with life'.
She smiles so modestly.
When will I be able to achieve this decency?
I could cherish that degree of wisdom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem