Imagine you are hiking down a long, deserted road, backpack
on your shoulders and a coca cola classic in your hand.
It's such a hot day that you finish your cola in a little
while, knowing there are no garbage bins along the way to
throw away the empty can.
Holding on to it, not wanting to litter, but who will see
you toss it to the side of the road way out here?
Stopping for a moment, standing there, looking around then
continuing on the way, still holding on to it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem