Did you ever
take the time to
STOP
and watch people?
An obscure man
with wet feet
squinting
through a Polaroid.
A boy
with outstretched arm
watching as a flock of doves
fly away.
An old woman
angrily shaking
the dry crust
off her lap.
Another boy
with an irritated air
yanking on
the threads of Fate.
A woman
affixing her pump
and straightening her skirt
by the rose bush.
A girl
rubs her elbow
with a muted rainbow
chasing itself around her.
An old man
motionless on a park bench
with the book
straddling his feet.
A man
hanging
limply
onto a tree.
A woman twisting
away
to reach
forbidden fruit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem