blew a little greener.....
a slew of skews...one misdemeanor,
huddled....
trampling down the lea...
scuttling
sidelong to a sea
where dolphins play with hula hooples
and anglerfish have left their scruples
in the bay of Who's to Care
if mammals sport with gilled one's sibs....
.....ain't that a tickle in the ribs?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem