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…
I wanted to ask the girl her name,
but I was afraid
so I kept walking too…