to see
poetry in the shape,
color, scent
of an apple.
the chin of a woman
on a mango.
the taste of cheddar
cheese.
the slicing of a cake.
the arrival of a boat
from manila.
the way all bags are places
on the street waiting for
the car that you Grab.
to hear poetry from the
dripping faucet in need of
a plumber.
to see you again in my mind
because you are never home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem