When did I become no one’s child?
the route home should take 20 minutes; 50 have passed
behind me, school girls with rain soaked raven hair
chatter away about the day’s nothing somethings
heavy eyelids collapse
I’m not going home, am I?
When did I become no one’s child?
the route home should take 20 minutes; 50 have passed
behind me, school girls with rain soaked raven hair
chatter away about the day’s nothing somethings
heavy eyelids collapse
I’m not going home, am I?
sundry folly 
very moving