Passing on a bus
a very busty lady
steps outside
her business
for a smoke
///despite///the///falling///rain.
'MASSAGE PARLOUR'
So says the sign
in gaudy pink neon.
And then
another little sign:
'PARKING AT THE REAR.'
The bus
stopped at a red light
pulls out
into the traffic of
rush hour.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem