Straws drown in
Carbonated orange soda
Leather sandals tip tan legs
Frosted glass walls wait
Pale gray, colorless.
Shiny bottles of summer drinks
Look refreshing
My eyes drink them in.
A straw hat ducks dramas
Flying 'bout the room
No one is listening.
Words absorb each other now.
Talk, talk, talk.
Crisp, positive shoulders
Nudge dark
Surrounded necks.
Sunlight rests on hair
By a window to the street
Beyond a world is rushing by
a world quite obviously
in no need of lectures.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Setting of this poem, a college cafe, I wonder? Love the detail!