lost and found

she stood

in front of the bus

and when it tried

to pull around her

she clamped on to the corner

with both arms,

one stretched across

the right windshield

slapping it with a palm

she didn't say a word

just stared at the bus driver

chin lifted

and hammered

on the windshield

eventually between

tiny scoots

and horn honks

she backed up

staring after us

as we pulled away

i often wonder

about her

i can see her

standing on the wet street

face tilted up

in a proud challenge

to what lurked

behind her wide open eyes

that place where

i found a sister