The important things of today and yesterday
melt into thin air.
I was in Downtown Pittsburgh one day.
The street was filled with well-dressed "worker-drones" carrying umbrellas so afraid of contact with each other, none of the umbrellas even collided.
They were frigid flamingos skating on icy hard
manners.
It reminded me of a Truffaut film or maybe Cherbourg.
I wanted to scream out: "This is a critically
artistic, cinematic moment! "
But, then the rain stopped.
The umbrellas all snapped closed.
And, all of those Catherine Deneuve
looking business woman dissipated
away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem