Orphanage Outreach

Suspended They don't have much No, not much at all Back, forth. Swinging on the playground Back, forth. Back and forth. Symmetrical, synonymous. Like one, back and forth. They are one people, one love. The blazing orange fruit leaves and palm. So green, so lively Like the children Their smiles flash, dazzling, briefly. Exuding curiosity, hope. So young, so innocent I hope They will not become that which they see on the bench. on the corner. They swing. Suspended. Between not having much. And having it all. Counting, in unison, they jump off. Each landing a perfect ten. Her Sister's Shoulders A weekend afternoon. Late. The vibrant street music floats and wafts from the 'desolate' town like a sweet scent, upon a breeze. A child walks along, following the music Or is she carrying it? like so much else. Those shoulders already bear so much weight. she pauses. then takes her sister's hand. and leads her home. Or at least to a house. Maybe.