a young woman
in maroon
dress with a
red scarf
sweeps the side
of the street
with her
broom
an old man walks
slowly
from the gate of
his house
across the street
and then
suddenly
one crazy guy
on his loud
motorcycle
passes by
i can't tell
you what
happened next
you're
eating apple pie...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem