passenger from yellow bus
blown in from the terminus
staring out the window
tapping with a spoon
hesitant and offbeat
to the fragments of a tune
morning in the coffee-shop
plays a waiting-game
a tapestry sans frontieres
and other colours came
'twas though it turned from sepia
to a gltzi magazine
and yellow'd stained the coffee-cup
where his lips had been
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem