on the steps
is where it happened
on the steps
he saw us
on the steps
with a bottle cap
I let the staircasesnap
into the street
with a water bottle
in the grass
with the muddy gravel
and a bent antler
me and Henry and Charlie
wrong place, wrong time
took the wrong train
to the wrong side of the tracks
played slapjack with Mark
and daddy
while everyone watched sadly
outside the hospital
awaiting my return
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fate has a way about it.