In the rearview mirror
receding montage of children
standing at the intersection
waiting for yellow buses

I weep leaving them behind
but they soon pass me
in their own cars
some wave
some do not

Several cars later
I see them on the road
kids, groceries, pets
in the back seat
some wave
some drive faster

Some drive in wrecks
some walk, bike
some are chauffeured
some never appear

I focus on the road
glance at the rearview
some are still standing
at the intersection
shiny and smiling
as before


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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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