Fatigue
Summer came
-finally
Its temper
-humid, sticky, hot, ugly
He sits there on an edge
-behind him a slope, ruin-paved
And he looks confident
-blocked for camera; an actor
His costume a fatigue
-camouflage of navy for the seas
Boots black and to the knees,
-heel to heel and apart are his feet
"Be natural; search for lost, "
-must be line… "a coin or the key! "
And he does perfectly…
Is Rocky after win
-with Knock out
Same colour his jacket,
-with a full-size zipper
He pulls up to fastens…
A cable runs from chest pocket
-all the way and divides to ears…
A spy?
-in his mind or the film?
He is panhandler…
-makes you think…
Crazy? Or not yet discovered?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem