The Truck

Today at school I saw

A strange thing.

A girl crying at lunch

Sitting against the wall.

So I sat with her and said

“Hey”

“You alright?”

“What happened?”

And so she looked and me and said

“On the way to school”

“This morning”

“I was riding the bus”

“And saw”

“A truck pouring smoke”

“And pollution into the air.”

So I said now

“That sounds wrong!”

“How can I help?”

And she looked at me

Her face happy, and said now,

“Write a story”

“Spread the word!”

“I’ve heard that is your specialty!”

And so I agreed, and when I was home later

At first I forgot what to do

And then I thought about

What she had said

And I wrote a story.