Cool as Christmas
plump as a wish
and simon-pure as cotton
you stroll the avenue
mean in your jeans
and the boys applaud.
You toss off a shrug
like a compliment
with a flicker of disdain
catching the whistle
in midair and
flinging it back again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A cute verse on the beautiful girl.