My liking
Of cities, what I like
-is "Stop at Red Light."
Hands on wheel, in waiting
-my joy is to observe
-the people's crossing.
I see shoes in parade
-keep looking at ankles,
-to the knees, pants, skirts
-and up-down, sole to heads
-then backs and varied chests.
Zebra-line is great
-amused am in movements
-some motions admire
-and despise some others.
In times role eyes and
-verify toes to hair,
-to clothes that they wear.
In times I, get upset
-with echoes of done, heard.
But always my liking
-is to "watch, driving."
This is an amusement
-to patch me to cities
-if not, best is leaving!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem