Big, Tall Window Pane

Little child on the bus, chin on windowsill
sees a train
sees a tower
cries to cows
and cries to flowers
calls attention to the landscapers,
notes their busy work,
over bridges and under tunnels
her eyebrows twitch and perk
knocks on window pane to the drivers who can’t hear
leans her forehead to the glass and kisses her reflection, dear
While mother poised to her wakened angel next,
mother sits, stone legs crossed,
mother sits and texts.


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