Cracking open the door,
I let go of the cold metallic doorknob.
Bang!
Door slams.
Quickly we hurry to the car.
Gleaming under the streetlights,
it awaits patiently.
Huff! Puff!
Visible breath.
Jingle!
Seated we travel great distances.
'White Castle. How may I help you? '
Hot fries burn my tongue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem