the water is getting too hot.
it is inside a glass. The sun is at its highest.
There is hot coal beneath it.
You know what happens.
A glass is about to break into pieces.
It is your own making.
It is the kind of thing that you watch.
You like it. You expect it.
You have no choice later
but to leave it. You have planned this.
You go somewhere else.
It is not your place anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem