.“Can you lay
the table? ”
Only I
Mis-hear
&
lay you
(to your great yet
grateful surprise)
on
the table
cutlery & crockery
crashing to the floor.
“Wow...! ”
“When you mis-hear...you
sure mis-hear! ”
Then you stroke
your hair
back into place
& I
sheepishly
lay
the table.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem