The Truck Driver Poem by Vera Sidhwa

The Truck Driver

That truck carried oranges, bananas and mangoes.
I drove my car on the side of it.
I smelled the beauty of the fruit.
I could almost eat it.

The truck driver saw me looking at his truck.
He threw me the mangoes that I could suck.
He slid down bananas I quickly ate.
His conscience I would a hundred percent rate.

This truck rattled past me.
The driver was in a good mood.
But I never understood
Why he was so good.