A field trip has ended;
The children have returned to school,
Glad to be relieved of their lessons.
Not quite the end of my day—
This is just the start of a celebration.
A cake and a dancing elephant wait for me at home.
I notice you going inside;
An item falls from your pocket.
You don’t bother to turn back.
“You dropped your bandanna!”—
This echoes in my head
But never reaches my lips.
I know you find me unfavorable.
I act with silent kindness, out of fear.
(Neither you nor I know what we want.)