G I R L

Turns and questions her parents reaction
to the crowds of the airport

her blue nylon jacket cowers under her kiawe-black hair
little asian girl in bright red boots

she is alone but protected from the bitter cold she hears
the rustle and bustle of early morning communters

busy, tired, disregarded, 
discarded, like the pages of yesterday mornings newspaper

she turns and looks for a familiar face
her foster parents smile their warmth shining
to their adopted daughter