a small child sits
lightly fidgeting
his mother’s hands
gracefully adjust
she embraces his desire
to take flight
 
i shrink to the size
of a napsack
make space for my
tiny seat mate
promise him love
for the parts of him
i cannot see
let my compassion
stretch and overflow
onto the scratchy
black and blue
patched
seats
 
i allow myself
to miss
the hands i never knew
 
then i take flight
out the bus’ window
high above the streets
smog and sunshine
silver and
gold

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