The voice at the other end of the drive through coaches me
How to satisfy my addiction
For fresh french fries that are supremely hot
You say: 'Right off the vat.'
This was education superior to the observation of fast food labors.
The greater surprise came at the window
When asked: Would you like salt?
For the first time in fifty years of fries
I had an option in that nanosecond of confusion
That blessed an old life with this young man's question
And my opportunity for a fledgling no.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that is a great poem you wrote about. i read it soon after i left work on sunday. i remembered the title and your name of the poem you told me about. once again great poem. thank you for the poem