how many there are
in the cold early hours of the morning
next to the new Cosmos flowers next to the road
wearing their government issued uniforms
subtle differences in the hundreds I see
maroon skirt, yellow shirt
grey pants, light blue shirt
children upon children
the students
They walk fast
almost a backpack restricted run
some on bicycles
kilometer upon kilometer on this one main road
to schools
The youngest are five or six
toppling over with the weight of the school bag
neater than I am this morning
walking away
to schools
I look down at the pretty steering wheel
hardly able to keep eyes on the road
this capsule car
this life
suddenly feels in-congruent
too shined and polished
too much
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