Lovely little lavender buds have once again washed over the fields of Sauk. The wild flowers here have budded and blossomed three times since I arrived in April. What is it about these tiny points of joy that feed the cattle here and brush against my boots as I climb toward my morning bus? Maybe it is like seeing the snow coming down out of the air for the first time in a winter season; some gifts feel like magic.
Boy
Twelve years
Eleven
Boards the bus beside me
Leap
Up to the best seat
A perched alcove
Glass back
Turtleneck
Deep ribbed and earth tan
Mutter mutter eyes down
The care collector let you
Observer
Quiet as a hanging portrait
Grim eyed oil casting
Motionless save eyes, mind
The faremaster forgot you
Pretty girls never even glanced
No one would miss you
No one even saw you there
Joshua Hughes
9.October.2012
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