If there was a couple
who met for lunch
in a cafe
on the ground floor
of a building
that had given sanctuary
to love that wouldn't wait
this would be the haiku
written for a woman
who defused a lobby guard
with a family tree
across the table
far beneath the fourteenth floor
a distant cousin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
why could love not wait? I mean what is on the 14th floor anyway?