MY MOM THINKS SHE SEES A UFO OVER GUATEMALA WHILE SITTING AT THE BUS STOP JUST BEFORE THE EARTHQUAKE OF 1976

Ariel Francisco

Before the earth moves, the sky:
a chunk of blackness breaking
off from the night and besmoging
the stars, latching her transfixed gaze
to its darkness as it drifts in silence.
Like her, I will grow up to look up in hope.
Like her, I will grow up to look up in wonder.
Like her, I will grow up to look up and see
the bus I missed going on without me.