on the road a refugee
hurries on, forced to flee,
her children huddle in dusty coats,
bread and apples and cooking pots
perch on a cart with make-shift wheels
she pushes on, looks back and sees
plume of a rocket spiralling free,
a misfire here, she sobs with hope
on the road
thump of a close grenade, she feels
reverberation through the soles of her feet
dust in eyes, she looks through the smoke,
her life, her children, all in the scope
of what she must save
on the road