tree conquering
challenging one another to
'monkey-up that tree'
do it
before
your friend does and
makes you look weak but
pride's a hard thing to break unlike
branches, which begin
falling indiscriminately...
daring
girls with skirts
to do cartwheels,
hand stands and
touch elbows behind backs...
we are oblivious to
our damage and
laugh like children
because we were.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
because we were....there's the essence of the poem right there....hahah a fond memory