How It Happens
Every day for a year
three Indian men waited at that bus stop
then one morning, only two
and only two for the next year or so
then yesterday, only one
clutching a brown paper sack.
As I drove by
that last one turned away
Then this morning, briefly
I considered stopping
to ask the one what happened to the two
though of course I already knew.
Sherman Alexie........from One Stick Song
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