broken shards of tempered glass
scattered across the parking lot
flare excrement in little piles
give the children something to poke at while they wait
heated voices from behind the Datsun
as she screeches disapproval
frantically explaining the bind
a momentary loss of concentration can bring
expressing innocence and professing innocents
tears spill as reality takes hold
the bus is the only option now –
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
broken shards of tempered glass
scattered across the parking lot
flare excrement in little piles
give the children something to poke at while they wait
heated voices from behind the Datsun
as she screeches disapproval
frantically explaining the bind
a momentary loss of concentration can bring
expressing innocence and professing innocents
tears spill as reality takes hold
the bus is the only option now –
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