strange....
how both covet...
that part of the other..
and lie about it.
woman flipping through t.v. chanels.
and the fireman pulling out his hose...
shaking her hands...
pushing buttons..too see what's on fire.
men....watching ball after ball...
bounce off the rim...
and fall through the hole...or..
sweaty palmed..catching the..
woman...helpless in the bucket...
down that well...being brought up...
with the help of brown hemp...
always frayed...but never breaking...
strange how both covet that part of the other..
and lie about it...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem