on the thousandth
monkey
you shout
o my god
i made it!
the monkey
hangs and shifts
place from
vine to vine
jumps on the river
and swims
finds a fish
and eats it
rises from the river
and dances on
a rock
under the morning
sun
quite exciting
the other monkeys
did the same
except for one
he sits by the window
watches the running of
time
dust after dust
dusk after dusk
waiting for
the big break of
his own life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem