Wearing cotton, so see threw.
I see many darling views.
That be Daunting.
But, then who am I to choose?
Wearing damp hats.
With wet bold hair.
Along with watery loose shoes.
Swimming in an ocean with his self-sweat.
Foolish eyes glance at you.
The men with rocky waistcoat’s.
With pinned up hangers.
Top to toe style.
Silver and gold rings.
A watch without a time.
Black and white is your proud painting without a view.
Your material so pathetically dirty.
Almost like your rusty car at back of your barn.
You loose your self. I must pick you “not”.
You view is not a sight to see.
An effortless image to me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem