No greeting, the bus is silent.
 Two red shoes stumble.
 She gives him fare without a word and
 Sparrow-like, she perches. 
 

 No color, just harsh cold blue.
 It is dark outside.
 She watches the skyscrapers pass and
 Doll-like, she stares. 
 

 No words, nothing she knows.
 The language is odd.
 She hears the short syllables and
 Snail-like, confusion creeps in. 
 

 The bus stops.
 Two red shoes exit into
 A world of purple shadows, huge buildings
 And clouds. So many clouds.
 

 With worry, she clenches her card.
 She deserves to be here.
 She walks toward the hotel and
 Glove-like, she is left behind.
 

 Five years, that’s all.
 She’ll be a citizen.
 She sniffs the dirty air, shivers and
 Explorer-like, she takes the first real step.  

OTHER POEMS BY ANGELINE:

Four Weeks of Wonder

Pawn

Angeline Hamilton is a 13-year-old poet. She enjoys spending her days reading, watching her cat Compass be adorable, and playing violin. She has been writing poems and stories for school, friends, and family since second grade.