sorry I did not first laugh at you,
-I though, you will not make it,
the way you crossed the street.-
as i relaxed my head a
little!
bit!
-45 degree C or F; what is the difference? -
I start to laugh
at the picture
of your hair
-or my hair what is the difference? -
Turning into orange.
you planned to cross
the street as planned,
on time before the orange light will give you
a blue winkle,
then an orange tropical taste warning,
then a red orange blinking for possible crash.
the street was busy,
I was too
-standing still
watching you crossing the street on your knees.-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem