images fly like paper birds
like bubbles lifted
in a whirl of martini mixing
but poetry is more
can it say something
the morning newspaper
is a prelude to despair
best used as fire starter
burn the city down
a sacrifice to the sun god
can it say something
of regret on a foggy morning
because the fog
is a soft focus from a movie
I cannot remember
a bird lit by the window
not a paper bird
not a paper windowsill
paper hands read the news
the bird flew away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In poetical rythm, a piece of art.art
Thank you so much for the encouraging comments.