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Posted by jeresk on August 28, 2008 in My Mom's Poems |

he looks at me

in his rearview mirror and says: miss.

we are all counting on you you

know.

it’s a half hour drive from the denver airport

but a flat rate and reasonable.

i’m comfortable in cabs after all these years

and lonely enough for company

that i like to start up conversation and a good way

when i hear a foreign accent

is: where you from?

ethiopia

he says.

and what brought you to denver?

(or atlanta or chicago or tucson or wherever)?

there’s always an interesting story

but this young man deflects me

substituting his agenda:

i came to be with my sister are you here

for the convention miss?

i properly bubble:  why yes

and supporting public schools and our teachers

and our candidate will be good on this

and that and on and on a bit more

than necessary but it is after all

thirty minutes to kill after all.

he looks at me

in his rearview mirror and says: miss.

we are all counting on you you

know.

i am pleased and blurble again:

yes, yes, he will be very good for public schools

and children and

he looks at me

in his rearview mirror and says: no miss.

you do not understand.

this is not like the olympics where we all root

for our team to win a game.

we are all watching you.

we are all hoping you win.

i am self-conscious of his dark stare

and think not to be the ugly american so say

something humble:  i am so ignorant.

i am embarrassed i don’t know the president

of ethiopia i don’t know your politics i don’t

he says: stop miss.

don’t worry about the president of ethopia

the president of ethopia

cannot hurt your children cannot help your children.

your president

affects the children of ethiopia.

when you pick a bad one

the world suffers.

if you pick a wise one this time

the world will bless you.

he looks at me

in his rearview mirror and says: miss.

we are all counting on you you

know

and now i do.

and tremble at my comfy quilted smallness

lost in such unexpected immensity lost

in a rearview of dark eyes reflecting

things larger than they appear.

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