they didn’t know each other
but they were sitting on the same park bench
at a minimum fifty years separating them
your child is such a lovely flower
the old woman said
her eyes locked on the toddler who
played with a pail & shovel in the sandbox
yes at times
the young woman replied
but other times like a weed
needing to be yanked
august two thousand twenty-four
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left in the shadows of her siblings
she fell fast asleep in the back seat of daddy’s suv
out of sight and out of mind
the very idea of tomorrow never
entered her most wildest of dreams as she breathed
the shallowest baby breaths
locked inside this man-made trap
a busy world revolves around her curiosities
her arms reaching for the sky
focused on a happy ending
she wills the glass to break into million of pieces
men dressed in red rehearsing
to set her free
may two thousand fifteen
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enormous yellow bus
makes historic stop
at the corner of oak
and every avenue
daddy holds his little girl’s
hand as the two of them
stand speechless staring
at the flashing stop sign
the door swings open
and curious feet disappear
into a swarming world
of pushing and pulling
march two thousand thirteen
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