if you can wait
sooner than perhaps tomorrow evening
i will write you a nice poem
a simple one
perhaps about the pigeons roosting
in the roof of the house
or perhaps about a spider spinning its own web
of thoughts and fantasies
or perhaps about a child building his snow castles
in the air complete with his own fairytale
or i can write you a food poem
delicious to your tongue
beef steaks
ice cream and salads and desserts
oh you are salivating
you love food
ok, i'll write you some tomorrow
but for now
i got to go and find my own survival kit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem