We saw. We understood. Still, we moved.
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I see her, through the glass
Gather her books
Gather her markers
Gather her bag.
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She drops –
A book on the floor.
Pauses.
Gazes, arms stretched in the air-
For me.
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Perhaps I mistook –
The look.
Perhaps I mistook –
Her slant.
Not my business
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She gathers her bag.
Gathers her books.
Gathers her markers.
Wide open.
We all see her.
And move.
We hear the sirens.
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Did not mistake the arms.
Did not mistake her stare.
Did not mistake it –
Wide open.
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I see, through the glass
Her books.
Her bag.
Her markers.
Not her.
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Original poem for World Poetry Day by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. Ai tags are coincidental.
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