Van full of adults
sliding door opened
the smiling syndrome
One by one they
stumble out round-faced
grabbing at grass
with their toes
mouths agape
old worn out clothes
He doesn’t know
where he is
He doesn’t know
who he is
Moving to where?
just kind of out there
taking in the sun
waving outstretched arms
only minutes pass
they’re back in the van
driving away special.