A girl finds a piece of road

in the middle of the market

crushed amongst the rush

of people purposely searching.

The cup in front of her

hopes for coins of silver;

people push past, wandering

in oblivion’s encompassing cloud.

She folds her hands and sways, speaking Thai

people of the market hurriedly walk by

shopping bags their bracelets, they do not try to divert their eyes

from the fruit on each booth, which deafens her cry…

for justice.

I wanted to ask the girl her name,

but I was afraid

so I kept walking too…

Kelly

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