Kid At a Bus Stop
Sitting at a bus shelter
hoodie baby, skinny, drab,
denim-discount.
She could be a female me fifty years ago.
Elfin face, the nose ring an ugly brand,
then again I'm an old bull - my nose ring
is invisible.
The kid has a standout feature of mine;
alien eyes that always must seek out more alien eyes.
She's been staring at empty walls lately,
I can tell, I’ve been staring
at those same walls.
I am guessing the weight of her solitude will increase.
I hope she finds someone to be with,
to share the load.
I want to tell her that life
outgrows itself, blooms and becomes.
Yet I know she will see through my lies -
she has my eyes.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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