standing- one
no- two hundred people
and where ever we go
i see their faces
dust on my tips traces
of their existence gone in a flash
and all we can do is spend a morning in mass
begging for safe passage
begging for safe travel
for them, right, or
to rid the guilt from those still existing,
those lucky to say i love you one last time,
and across the street, kids are laughing, having chai tea
with boba.
safe passage for an invisible gate keeper
and the steps are boba
