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Migration

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Bitter biting coldness
Strangers crush, rush, shove
Everyone to the back!
Bus driver roars, blares,  growls
Drearily glares in his rear mirror
Angrily dumps another load
People dropped off like market fish
Flipping through slick icy fins
The diesel roars, doors slam
And then a woman of grace
Steps aboard with her baby
Tucked inside a stiff plastic pram
Back! Back! How many times do
I have to tell you people?

His rudeness slips over her
As waters in monsoon season
And in this cold migration
A moment in time passing
She reaches to her husband
Disappearing in quiet shadows
Knowing he has faced real lions
But here, another jobless day
So she must make him smile again
And as he does, they stand strong
For her,  this winged journey
Has lifted them over and above
The man behind the wheel

©2012 S. Michaels
Breakaway – Spreading Wings

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Author: LightWriters

Faith child. Poet. Photo-buff.

One thought on “Migration

  1. magnificent words, wonderful imagery. thanks, Susan.

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