“Albert Lopez, come to the office;
“Your mother is here, you’re going home,”
The school’s PA system cuts the damp drizzle.
But a block away,
Three men at separate tables,
Twisted fingers around coffee cups,
Pass the hours,
No one taking them home.
A car passes.
Mrs. Lopez is driving Albert home.
He’s in a back carseat.
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, mid-December 2013