From My Window To The Road Below Poem by RIC BASTASA
From My Window To The Road Below
a brown boy
beside his pregnant mother
hand gripping
a bus stops
it is going to the mountain
loaded with
boxes and bags
and a crowd of
people
the boy sees his father
carrying
a net bag of fish
he gets away from
mother and
runs across the road
where father
is waiting
an over speeding
motorcycle is
coming
screeching sound
and screams
and then
silence, i, close my eyes
and walk away
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