“and in the press was not a single mention of the turning point of our
lives”
which makes me cry
a small Indian boy watches me
curious; uncomprehending
his mother re-tying his shoes
this old man in the leather hat
was he there?
could he know I admire him?
he looks frustrated about what time has done to him
and shakes the pill bottle in his hand in rebellion…
or more like a baby
absentmindedly enjoying the feel and sound of a toy
1 thought on “rebelling for life”
leafshimmer
Seen from afar, he makes me think of The Duchess, Harry Hay.
I often do this too on the subway–wonder about people, their lives, their stories.