Martina with the wooden face <br />is late to Yoga every week - <br />without fail. <br />Her eyes fidget. <br />She stifles yawns. <br />She sighs and complains <br />in her clipped German accent. <br />I wonder why she bothers? <br /> <br />'I have to tell you...' <br />the words spilled in a torrent, <br />'Hans and I... <br />We're going to adopt <br />some children. <br />Can I bring them <br />to your dancing classes? ' <br />Her face reddened <br />suddenly, beautifully <br />and hot tears exploded <br />from her eyes.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/transformation-7/
