poetry

Tacna-Puno bus

Tacna-Puno bus

little abuelita
in her thin grey braids
tied together at the tips
sensible shoes and thick nude hose
pink flowered dress
and bougainvillea-tinted cardigan
with a blue pocketed smock over top
brown lined face
and mostly toothless smile
you chatter on
and instead of according you
great respect as expected
folks mostly ignore you

why?

maybe they are crazy ravings
or maybe they were taught
not to speak to “Indians”