alone
dancing in a small room
watching shadows on the wall
outside
the world
pretend we have volume-control
and full H.D.
it's only when
we throw the window open wide
listen
as we gasp for air
and know familiarity is there
that those shadows one by one
will hang around
not quite long enough
before they're are gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem