At The Food Court Poem by RIC BASTASA
At The Food Court
a woman carries a very fat baby
white skinned, and sleepy on her tummy
both hands holding
the baby's feet clinging on her hips
like a vine
you look at them both
and you accuse me that i must be envious.
i did not bother looking. i know i will not like the
kind of scene.
a madonna inside this crowded foodcourt.
now sip your soup
i am munching this dumpling.
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