Waiting at the bus kiosk

Cross the street

Illuminated by our headlights

At McDonald’s.

And she paced

And she paced

In that little glass cage

Cigarette in hand

While the rain visited

Out of season.

Was she irritated, frightened

Attention deficit

Bills pressing upon the heart

Christmas wishes beyond attainment

Grumpy supervisor waiting at work

An argument with a loved one

Turned sour?

Kids already rushed to day-care

With gritty eyes and runny noses.

Saw an animal like that

Once at the zoo

Just a kid I was

But already sorry

For its limitations

As the sun shone

On my shoulders.


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