And why did he have
A white plastic teaspoon
Tucked, like a cigarette,
Behind his left ear,
The boy on the 436
The other night?
It looked so incongruous
With the white leather jacket,
Single black fingerless glove
And baseball cap.
Perhaps his other mates
Could have told me,
But, then again,
Even they might have been
Too scared to ask.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem