The pillar of the community
leaned against
the door frame.
He flipped a coin in his hand
as he watched the red clad woman
walk away.
She had no idea of his psychosis.
He opened his hand and looked down.
Thoughts of his special tool case
kept in the hutch at the foot of the stairs
reluctantly left his mind as he sees the
tails on the coin in his palm.
He glances one last time at her
and moves on to other matters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem