it is a rainy day and you look for
that nearest
available shade, this time, your neighbor's house
it is fenced and about five steps away
their closed door
some bushes hide what supposedly should have been
an open space
like a warm embrace of the arms
the door bell does not sound and you have no other choice
you change your mind and walk away back to your house
it too is fenced, like what they do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem