VAAL My Father has a Cement Mixing Truck
Adam Sinykin Johanna Thompson
I Father has a cement-mixing truck, But he doesn’t mix cement. White and gray with yellow trim, It doesn’t have a dent. II Chrome grill, black wheel, a drum so wide; The biggest truck in town But when I ask to play on it Dad shakes his head and frowns.
VII “Can I drive with you and watch you work? Where is it that you go?” My father blinks and says: “My son, You do not want to know.”
V All my friends in middle school Know what their fathers do, But when Ms Johnson calls on me, I really wish I knew.
IX The drum is tall and dark and still I wonder what goes in? I climb the tree, stand on the roof But never see it spin.
XXIV I leave my bike, creep down the steps. The clay is hard, unclean. Approach behind the cement truck So I remain unseen. XXV A rasping grinding moaning sound That broadcasts from the drum. A noise so human! Seems that it Expected me to come.
VAAL Johanna Thompson and Adam Sinykin Illustrations: Johanna Thompson Text: Johanna Thompson and Adam Sinykin Design & e-book production: Janine Sack Font: Roboto Mono
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