Lucie tells me she wishes
she could ride in a double decker bus
We are driving a familiar route
from home to spring break camp
not a double decker in sight
My daughter is dreaming
past sight
I want to tell her I’ve been
on a double decker bus
just last fall
after 34 years of wishing
It was nothing special
I skid the brakes of my tongue
I don’t tell her
I want to affirm her instead
but too much time has passed and
I say nothing
Ten minutes later we pull into
the parking lot of normal cars
and SUVs
She tells me to look at the roof
“The snow looks like little sleds”
34 years and I have not seen this before
I could see this better from the second story