Doxa III

Social Fabric

Children in masks pass by
on a yellow bus, veiled
in shadows shaped like old trees
and other shadows besides.
Neither giggling nor gossiping
nor throwing things, they sit
upright with book bags still
strapped and watch the old trees
pass by beyond the windows,
believing the driver to be a
dependable man, but giving it little
thought, expecting to make it
home on time for snacks
or whatever’s waiting there.