There Lies The Difference
there is no difference
between us
when we went down
the stairs
of the night flight
our bags are black
eyes sleepy on that
unholy hour
the difference lies
at the meeting area
he is met with his
wife carrying a baby girl
soundly asleep
i hurried myself
to the yellow cab
the driver is asking
me the usual question
where to, sir?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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