Mom’s Pinball Machine

Long days started at the wake of school.
A mind was taken over by the location of the afternoon.
Another bus ride awaited but not home.
Saw these people everyday but still never knew them.
Quiet the boy stood at the machine for hours at a time.
At times there was a path to pace.
Independent young at times activities sparked interest.
Never grasped the concept of art but participated anyways.
Fear of swimming challenged him young.
Did it.
Soaked from the water of the pool he’d return to that pinball machine to wait.
Was there a better place socially safer?
Impatiently he’d peer at the watch he had.
At times time ran over then expected but then came his Mom to pick him up.