Do I care?
On my way, took photo of blades, illegal
A mower’s.
Grass-cuts had dried as layers, like Earth’s
An essence
Filled my nose as flame engulfing me, my car
It was nice
Felt like wine with lover after dance and flirt
Heading home.
Tractors to my right were busy cutting hays
I felt gay and enjoyed.
Looking back at two site, one photo, I smile
So, people will talk of?
Do I care?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem