From morning to night
it does nothing but rain.
It just rains
&...rains.
And in it we
hurry down Avenues
scurry across streets
like drowned rats
in the rat race
skyscrapers laugh
and belittle us.
The rain jeers:
“Ahhhh...humans...humans! ”
Enterprising chaps
sell life-saving umbrellas.
Yesterday it was
nothing but sun.
Then they sold sunglasses.
Now New York
is all rain.
The streets
eagerly awaiting
our footsteps
our footsteps
hungry for
the streets
and what they got
to show us.
We escaping the flood
escaping into SOUTH PACIFIC!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem