golden brown crumbs
safe rounds by the wheels
of the can opener
little girl limbs
a hip jutted against a heavy door
the slender ticking
of a rusty lock undone
small chest sighs
like small birds
climbing through
a ridged window opening
sliding on old books
round brassy knobs
simple orange melt
lunch on half days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem