Lankan Hill Country
On a mat a peon
prays.
Bus windows
clatter.
Almost
onomatopoeia.
On her lap a child
lays.
Deep set eyes
fearful.
Journey
to find her son a cure.
Dusty, proud a picker’s
trade.
Plastic sacks
contrast.
Bright silks
of a peacock feather.
By David Bugg (2012)
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