a pair of rain wash angels,
bone cold hearts worn
skirting desperation
seated in somber silence
poised, pensive,
tightening spirits,
as we bus rush away
from the maddening center
the princess sisters observe nearby
two younger girls, heads together,
soft giggle working in a word puzzle book.
the older sadly perceive fate of the younger
while along this traffic-bogged way
there are no costly cell phone calls for these riders
full of thought with the occasional low murmur,
remain packed fish in a tin silent
Saturday, March 13, 2010
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