By Maralee Gerke
His nose pressed against
the cloudy glass, he stares
toward the unknown.
A perspective different from
the other travelers, his mother,
He focuses on the horizon
shutting out the sweat, the heat,
the mundane lives that surround him.
The worn soles of his shoes
symbolize his childish innocence
his ignorance, of what lies ahead.
Waiting for the bus.
Waiting for the future.
Waiting for his secret dream.