You are much too quiet
and do not even say anything
and when you speak, your voice
is soft more husky than usual
and maybe you are still
not really awake
and while we are driving out to the street
an avocado pear falls from the tree
with a shattering crush,
splattering into pieces on the big pavement stones
and surprised, even with a little shriek
you draw away, protecting your body,
your entire face with both of your hands
with fingers spread out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem