Matinal Image Poem by Yiorgos Christodoulides

Morning reveals onto the day's canvas
an image of frozen immigrants.
Standing at the bus stop
they are waiting for an imaginary bus
they need it to take them beyond predetermined routes
they need it to take them to a land ancestral
away from employers with soiled nails
plump ladies ordering them about
old men melting away alone
they need it to take them
far away from the crumbling shed
next to the menacing river
and the weeds circling the broken door
the oxidized hinges that squeak
so to stop being afraid at night
they want
to return in time to see their mother
to smell their homeland once more.
My children will soon go out into the street
My children will go out into the street to play
Only they will see the immigrants
boarding the bus.