pressing, pushing, plunging ahead, inserting
the shiny slippery fastener in place
to hold two somewhat identical
pieces of woven fabric together.
Inserted encircled tugging tightly to
thin threads purposely pulled into the entrance,
easing the perimeter pressure
relaxing restfully and securely.
Observing carefully inspecting details
reflects proudly on my artful mastering
of completion and accomplishment
then shocked for it was shoved in the wrong place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem