Oh! The drama of a broken teacup
followed by the tragedy of a walk down an old familiar block.
How gently this occurs to you in hindsight.
Yet remember the excitement of an afternoon call
turning into late evening...that adventure
of a covert invitation to a costly dinner with a stranger-
as your mouth gaped open and hungry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem