Jasmine Tsai Poet Free verse

From my window seat

“This is a familiar route and one of the most common ones (at least to my seasoned eyes; you may find it beautiful)” — overheard.

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A day like any other,
but also
a day like no other—

                       She’s losing the threads again.

                       No—she’s finally starting to see.

—A day like any other.

The bus hustled over 
cracked cement in damp air—
a sight scorched 
to the back of my skull.
I sat in my window seat
like it’s a 
reflex—

a voice nudges me in the ribs
break something— it said
—anything, 
just stopping sitting here.

I switched sides
before my brain can question 
if it makes sense.

I let my eyes drink out 
the other window—

A smidge of red—a balloon.
Something navy—a child’s backpack.
A birdless branch wobbles—
My gaze drifts up,
the sun reply with dazzles—

For a second,
everything rhymed.

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