On the front steps?
Those drops of paint?
They did that.
The black marks on the house?
They did that, too.
Why do I keep my shade drawn?
Can't you see the sunshine van
Parked across the street? !
For therapy, I venture out.
My eyes sting from sunlight.
The first street I see is Looknow Ave.
I screech to a halt,
And turn the car around.
A mad woman prowling my house
Breaks the neighborhood's peace.
The man with the sunshine tag on his chest
Is pinning me to the ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem