he scurried about
frantically, like an ant,
from vehicle to vehicle
in a white tattered shirt,
a sarong, and a siri-siri bag
filled with his belongings
touching the shutters
he paused, pleading,
waiting patiently
no one helped him today
in that time between
red light and green
I was angry; I told myself
he didn’t deserve help –
all limbs intact, begging!
I was angrier he burst my bubble,
spoiled the pretty pictures
in my head with his pleading
and brought me back to
the reality lying outside
my air-conditioned box
he scurried about like an ant
and, remembering him now,
I feel even smaller.
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