Oh those laggard boys
Still chasing a skirt that hadn’t been worn in ages
After becoming ever more unseemly
After becoming ever more torn at the seams
With the kick pleat rising higher and higher
Becoming harder and harder to hide
The skirt had no choice but to back up against a wall
Relegating itself to the back of the closet behind heavy coats and wool sweaters
One wouldn’t have known where
One couldn’t have possibly remembered
Were it not for those laggard boys still trying to look her up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem