Looking at your shoulders- They seem
Like the shoulders of airplanes
After you have touched down-
I wonder what the stewardesses are serving
On them-
Little girls who walk the streets of
Shanghai-
They dont have too much to say
For themselves-
Some of them are holding umbrellas-
The inventions of a Chinese wife
Trying not to fly away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem