Christina A. Sharik

A SOLDIER ON THE BUS

Tell me, soldier, why do you gaze
at the trees and the houses so?
Soldier, with your skin of brown
Why don’t you smile, instead of frown?

You look as though you’d like to hold
the memories of these things always
These ordinary simple sights
to remember on some dreary nights.

Tell me Soldier, why do you gaze
at the sky and the river so?

“Because I have two days at home.
There is a war and I must go.”