Hitchhiker
Past the checkpoint,you spot a manwith a backpack, wavinga rag above his head.And when your fatherspots him too, takeshis eyes off the roadto take in this figureemerging from the bush,you wonder what he thinks,if he sees himself in this man,if he remembers, as youbelieve the blank starein his face says he does,his own crossing, how itwasn’t until the third, fourth,maybe… Read more →