A young lad passed with an auora of pride
In an immaculate white long sleeve shirt
Tucked into a black chino pant
A black wrist watch
And a black belt
Upon a black loafer shoes.
He claimed the width of the pedestrian walkway
Preening his shoulder like a little
Black bird perching on a bough.
He's gorgeous and walks
Like the whole world is in his pocket.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem