Housewives laughing in their houses
While the alligators say nothing,
But they are happy:
They are in her pretty yards anyways-
And they remember her
How she was
When she was very young- and yet
A metamorphosis,
From cheerleader to stewardess:
And they don’t have to look far up
To see her:
Sometimes she swims naked in her pool
Like diamonds,
And the refractions in the water break her
Apart into the twins of her
Sorority:
Into a kaleidoscope of captured memories,
Of the times when she was still in
High school- and very young-
And the alligators already knew everything
About what she would inevitably become.
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I would like to translate this poem