i shrug it off as if nothing happened
no broken bones or torn young flesh
accusing looks, apologizing gestures
hallway collision is as normal as fender
bender. difference is no insurance policy,
both pose a certain body injury and a delay
i continue walking aft where our shop
they were waiting for me to do pre-ops
i grab my clipboard and i am on my way
i pick-up my assistant and tell him story
we were there but operators are not ready
they have plans and ways; we will play
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem