Little boy waiting for the bus
on the corner with Mom,
his little belly sticking out
barrel-chested.
Destination clearly marked,
yellow rectangle of paper
pinned to his shirt.
Mrs. Miller’s class.
His deep brown eyes penetrate mine.
The fullness of his cheeks remind
me of someone
I used to know.
Angry, he stares
at the world in silence
while the others know
the routine.
I think, don’t be mad.
It’s just Kindergarten.