Three Pictures
Picture 1
A person is running breathlessly
Those in suit are chasing him
A tiny piece of underclothes, remained in his skin
When will it be grabbed?
Picture 2
To acquire a handful grain
She made herself public
Then she became a flowing river
Picture 3
They are extremely busy
From down to dusk
Even they baked for a whole day
Could not make a usable bread.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting that we would use the same idea. Your images are more fleeting than mine. See my '4 Photos in a Drawer.' Regards, Callista Caledonia