Screaming Little People
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Poem About City Life
Bus, crowd, hand,
smile, anger.
Traffic jam, traffic lights, traffic,
windows, sky, birds.
A wish, a wish to be one of them
with the wings.
Why are they staying here?
Why are they not leaving
this city that never ends?
Driver, curse, finger,
seconds, minutes, hours.
Push, hit, angry look,
grass, flower, trees.
A thought, a thought about the beings
with the branches.
Are they truly happy
to be growing old here?
Is there a heaven
where they live happily ever after?
A stop, the stop, we need to get out!
more by URSULA RABAR BABIC
photograph by Marco Bonomo
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