Poetry Corner: The Border

The woman with her hands on the girl’s shoulders,

Marches her down the creases between cars;

She quivers and complies, with a sign hung around her neck,

Which few read because they avert their eyes

to stifle whatever emotion might arise;

The woman’s features are stoic—brow straight,

As she holds the cup for collection,

Hoping for relief,

In either direction.

Eddie Matthews is a senior writing major. He likes storytelling and biking.