Hoodie Baby
Sitting at a bus shelter - skinny hoodie baby,
denim-discount - sad little figure,
Elfin faced even with the nose ring.
I know this stranger.
Her alien eyes search for other alien eyes.
She's been staring at empty walls lately,
I can tell, I’ve stared at those same walls.
I’m guessing
the weight of her solitude will increase.
I hope she finds someone to be with
who understands.
I want to tell her that life
outgrows itself, blooms and becomes -
but
just walk on by.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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