In an attempt at style,
I recently installed floor tile
in my home kitchen.
What I like best about it
is not the tint nor the way it's grouted,
but the echo effect it produces.
I can boil and bake,
preparing casseroles or cake,
while singing in full voice!
Flying back, like migrating Summer birds,
my own porcelain reflected words
give the illusion I am not alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem