Sensitive Child

by K Roberts


That one, throwing river stones at railroad ties.
Turned inside out like a pocket.
Train whistle calls: Well! Come on. Now!
Comes every day, the child thinks,
just to take what’s mine.
The world’s the same all over.


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K Roberts is a professional non-fiction writer, a published artist, and a first reader for the literary magazines Nunum and After Dinner Conversation. Recent poetry has appeared in VoiceCatcher, Ethel, Decolonial Passage, and the Journal of Undiscovered Poets.