Chapter 46 - Poem Part 9

She said the head was too large,

the hooves too small.

I could clean my paintbrush

but I couldn't get rid of that voice.

While they watched,

I crumpled him,

let his blue body stain my hand,

I cried when he hit the can.

She smiled. I could try again.

Maybe this is what I unfold in the dark,

deciding for the rest of my life,

that donkey was just the right size.

By: Naomi Shihab Nye