Relationship
A little girl
I spied in the bustling throng
among the adults
where the crowds belonged
from a tribe that rose
against my community
their anger unfurled.
She bore a resemblance
to my sweet grand daughter.
In that vibrant market
where stories are spun.
Feb 22,2019
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