That first day, to break me in,
my hardened comrades
sent me scampering like a marmoset
from the topmost parapet
to the foreman's hut
for a bag of sky nails.
The foreman wondered which precise
shade of blue I had in mind.
It's still sky nails I need today
with their faint threads
and unbreakable heads
that will nail anything
to nothing
and make it stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sparkling little poem MM