A Road Story


I was walking out of a temple

To a line of beggars

And street vendors

Commotion and cars


Knocking on doors

Climbing on cars

A little girl

With big brown eyes

And a tattered skirt

Wearing a necklace of beads

She picked up

From a strage alley


Begs for some money

To pay the man

To avoid getting hurt

At night

She targets one car

And begs

Her brown eyes

Do no magic this time

And the car does not stop

She keeps banging

On windows

Ambitious little girl


They don’t stop

She quickly runs to the red Audi

Unaware of another car

Speeding in her direction


Someone yells

And the motion comes to rest

As she plunges back out

From the depth of death

She doesn’t understand what has happened

And walks away to her friend who sells balloons

I am left thinking…

What effect…

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