It's two days before my day of birth,
and my mother just shared a cute picture
of me at three. I'm wearing a little boy's
business suit that would be popular today. The other picture she chose was one from
my adolescent era – strange hair, oily skin, and awkward.
The picture reminded me of a student –
A tall lanky boy, fourteen, with the brightest
bluest eyes I've ever seen.
His mother left him on a stranger's doorstep
Two weeks ago the woman, the stranger, set him
free in the care of a school social worker – "he's too expensive."
How is a boy like that supposed to make it?
I can see him in the back seat of the state-owned sedan,
his azure eyes searching the scorched winter landscape,
and I feel the heaviness in his narrow chest, the petulant anxiety
in his naïve mind. His light eyes close;
the image behind them a vacant
idea of future.
Kyle Doty is a 7th grade ELA teacher and poet. His debut book of poetry, Hush, Don't Tell Nobody
, was published in early 2015 by Apprentice House. You can learn more about him at kyledotypoetry.wordpress.com
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