by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Barefoot, her swollen feet
are weary of the road.
She ditches the road and walking
and sits on the bus bench.
When people see her talk
to the advertisement on
the bus bench they become weary
of her. The woman pays no
attention to the people
or to the police on the scene.
She could barely walk to the
squad car with her swollen feet.
June 22, 2010
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