Worthy of a sonnet or an ode
don't you think? I asked
the worthy citizen in rags
pushing a grocery cart
brimming with trash
down the dirt road-
all concrete and asphalt
long gone in the aftermath
of a great catastrophe.
The citizen screwed up
rheumy-red eyes at me
grinning a toothless smile
'Have a taste, mate? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem