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By Star of David Date: 2013 Jan 03 Comment on this Work [[2013.01.03.01.13.29505]] |
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he scurried about frantically, like an ant, from vehicle to vehicle in a white tattered shirt, a sarong, and a siri-siri bag filled with his belongings touching the shutters he paused, pleading, waiting patiently no one helped him today in that time between red light and green I was angry; I told myself he didn’t deserve help – all limbs intact, begging! I was angrier he burst my bubble, spoiled the pretty pictures in my head with his pleading and brought me back to the reality lying outside my air-conditioned box he scurried about like an ant and, remembering him now, I feel even smaller. |