And I Learned Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

And I learned.

She, young, sharp, attractive
Saturday, dark and cold, too early
In morning became first passenger
Much was left to seven.

I called her “Yulia”
Overjoyed she replied:
“You are first to say it correctly, ”
She, one more immigrant,
One of the millions…

“I thought of kensington being a China town, ”
I told her after I got address, turned friends
“and Chinese were workers …”
Her reply: “on surface…”

And she talked
And I learned.