They have urgent duties,
Strangers on gravel.
As the crow flies,
So do they travel.
Now they criss left,
Then they cross right.
Pavements in view,
Running for a red light.
A honk sounds,
One stranger left behind.
Wheels skid about,
Down comes a phone line.
A scuffle erupts,
Then come the police.
The strangers care little,
They have urgent duties.
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I would like to translate this poem
A scuffle erupts, Then come the police. The strangers care little, They have urgent duties. pointing to the situations.. your power of perception and due expressions come from a sharp mind. tony