at the ho chi minh
fine arts center there
was this wooden sculpture
of a woman with long hair
and long hands and they
gave the impression of
a strong wind blowing them
towards the left direction
and the flow of the hair and
the hands create the sound
of a river which i think i
could never step into.
she said this was the woman
who missed her guerrilla husband
who left her that evening
and since then had not returned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem