Summer In New York Poem by Tamiz Ludi

Who has secretly opened the hydrant
The water is going down endlessly
Black-white-green or yellowish boys and girls
Down the street
What is his hand touching the body while playing.

The bud came out of the dry branch
It will become green very quickly
The sun will warm up again.

All that is covered is something is that will open
The air symphony will open
Shake of the inertia
There will be birds, they will fly in the wings
Warmth will spread warmth from the cold air.

Let the hydrant open
Boys and girls will land on the flying road.