The Polish girl who trotted by- by Juan M.S.

The Polish girl who trotted by

was hurrying with style, her anxiety

was muffled by the quietness of her short steps

tapping the cobblestones of Garbary.

Why do you rush fair lady?

Are you late for your date with the tram?

Or is it the gladness of summertime

that makes you hop out of happiness?

Speed up a little, I’ll watch you from here,

I’ll see you become a shooting star

streaking across Stary Rynek

to finally alight in some Rondo or Plac.


I'm a writer born in Argentina, but currently living in Poland. I work as an English and French teacher, translator and copywriter.

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