Fuel
de Naomi Shihab Nye(2010)
1 min lectură
Mediu
Even at this late date, sometimes I have to look up
the word \"receive.\" I received his deep
and interested gaze.
A bean plant flourishes under the rain of sweet words.
Tell what you think—I\'m listening.
The story ruffled its twenty leaves.
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Once my teacher set me on a high stool
for laughing. She thought the eyes
of my classmates would whittle me to size.
But they said otherwise.
We\'d laugh too if we knew how.
I pinned my gaze out the window
on a ripe line of sky.
That\'s where I was going.