how is it
away from
all that is
given - it
is odd i
know i
was one
of them
the bare
foot, the
dirty, the
little food
no light
no water
except the
little carried
a toy was
a rock in
the shape
of a car my
friend bald
welts on his
back he guarded
me, kept
me safe in
exchange
for a tortilla
or two my
grandma
may
toss
his way
at night
he would
go home
and i was alone
so how is it - man across the sea - when you spot a child so little and dirty - do you look behind
their eyes - and pray their escape - typhoons are a gift from God - trust me
