John was sitting
with the boy Trevor
on the other side
of the school bus.
I sat
with my sister.
He looked over
and smiled.
I smiled but
blushed
and looked away
and gazed
self consciously
out the window.
I felt as if
a thousand eyes
were on me.
My sister talked
to her friends.
The radio played
some pop song.
I wondered what
John and the boy
were talking about
whether it was about
me or not.
The boy
was gesturing
with his hands
John looked
disinterested.
I looked briefly
to see if he was
looking at me
but he was looking
at the boy
or at his hands.
I looked away
thinking of John
and how I felt
and if we would meet
on the field again
if the weather
was fine but not
if it looked like rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem