Being simple,
honest upon a rock.
My net is daily bought
and dried in rivers
washed in you.
The line of people women
children sketch the shore
to eat of Dali's bread.
Net upon the rock spread
thus,
allows it's fish to climb it's
mesh to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Double entrendres is not quite the word for this but methinks you will know what I mean? Love it. t x