Found in Translation
She gasps, waves her hand as something
is announced on the radio, motions me
to listen as she turns up the volume.
Being in her country, not at all fluent in
her tongue, no trace of comprehension
as I stare between her and the radio dial.
Turning the sound back down, she repeats
distinctly, slowly the same words I heard,
yet still fail to understand their meaning.
She tunes to an English-speaking station,
I hear the report. Paris is under attack. Our
tears speak a language we both understand
Carl "Papa" Palmer, retired Army, retired FAA, now just plain retired, lives in University Place, Washington. He has seven chapbooks and a contest winning poem riding buses somewhere in Seattle. Carl has been nominated for the Micro Award and Pushcart Prize.
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