i saw a child talking to herself
pacing her driveway; waiting
for bus to pick her to school
she must be practicing a play
violent scene; kicking, slapping
'watch your language in front of me'
she saw me too, she smiled too
'hey dad, can you drive me today'
'come on hop in, do you have snack'
' i have peanut butter sandwich'
kids, they prefer that you drive them
especially if you have a nice car
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem