The Walk
Long hot desert
Empty of people
Not even a camel in sight
He clutched a euro coin
In his sweaty palm
He was left handed
Wanted to buy
A glass of beer
Hatless he fainted
Belly up
Awoke at sun-down
A date palm
Clutching a coin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not even a camel in sight. Nice work.
thank you, Kofi louis