It can be a pretty word-
The color of saccharine fruits,
sweet and sour coating on breaded meat.
A cat named Garfield.
Or rust stains on bars
and metal bed frames in prison cells.
Women inmates in orange uniforms,
clustered like a field of marigolds,
in a sector for the mentally ill.
The general population of the prison,
clad in blue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem