Both looked very young.
They walked right by me
and settled in the seat
right behind me.
I could hear him say,
"I'll take the box.
You take the baby."
Both looked poor,
but you never know these days
with the way people dress.
As they situated themselves,
her voice was clear,
his was all grunts.
Will they make it?
What's their story?
The bus ride was:
music from the box ...
cries from their baby.
He has the box;
she has the baby.
© Andrew Costello, Reflections, 2007
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