I was approached by a man
with a full beard,
thick chocolate hair
and dancing fingers:
“are you the one who crashed
into my telephone pole? ”
“are you the chicken man? ”
“my kid’s love you,
that’s the most excitement we’ve
ever had in our block.”
“why the hell do you have
a chicken farm downtown? ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem