Travelling via rail 
a stone hit my window. 
The train departure– 
minutes late, annoyed me. 
Hours  
before the stone splintered 
my glass reflection, 
missing me seconds to surety.
My arrogance lay in splinters.
Outside there are hands 
that bear rock, 
before these hands 
were the measure of hate 
that took to aim– 
I am grateful 
hate was not strong 
or tall enough 
to hit me.

05/28/2015

Posted on 05/28/2015
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