Treasure hunting
A metal detector
He carries on his shoulder.
A creased old map
He holds in his hand.
Where to? I ask.
“Hunting treasure, ”
“Uncover or discover? ”
“Kind of both…”
“An example? ”
“A fully dressed Venus.”
We both smile…
“And these tiny loose fashions? ”
“Make them the bushes in open.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem