In the Middle
In the middle of an ugly jaguar’s body
I found myself decomposing.
In the middle of a dark and spooky
closet I overheard an evil plot.
At the middle of a donut
there is a hole.
In the middle of that dark hole
I got swallowed up into
a volcano full of fire.
Patricia Fong, age 10
San Francisco, California
Poetry Inside Out
Center for the Art of Translation
Teacher: Tehmina Kahn