she stood there
under the shade
looking for love
but it has been
three long years
and not enough
not enough
to save
to live
of what remains.
there arrives
her man
in a taxi
takes her to the nearest hotel.
there begins
a sale of flesh
over a fountain of laughter
halfway through the night
she sobers up
and drinks half a bottle of vodka
and when
morning breaks
she walks home
sleepless
with a fistful of cash
that won't even buy
the cheapest trash.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice narrative poetry...well penned.