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