In the Chinese School:

by Joan Goldstein

Children in the Chinese
School love stories, small,
Only six, so I
Read to them; "The Puppy who
Runs Away"; "The Kitten Who
Thinks she is a Mouse."

They laugh in a burst of joy with
Soft brown eyes they listen, jump
From their mats and
Encircle me, fingers touching
My shoulders, my knees,
Jostling each other with elbows,
Calling out, "I can't see--
Let me see!"

"Let's sing a song now"
I say; once a folksinger of
The sixties, I chant,

"Where have all the flowers gone?"
Enchanted, they listen, then,
"where flowers gone,"
they call back
to me.