the young man with Down syndrome's directing the traffic;
sandwiches, quiche and mini rolls in plastic containers;
a Nissan Sunny red tank in the rear-view mirror;
clinking carrier bags on the kitchen floor;
that famous descant preparing for 'In Dreams';
'whoo! '... 'yeah! '... punching the air...
a willingness to offer a parachute
despite the pushes and pulls;
walking through the park and buying chocolate
-slightly late again;
nightshift just before
assemblies, plays, drop-offs...
that final dream in your eyes,
sea-green;
weather for sailing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem