There is a young girl from Abruzzo
With dreams are larger than Italy
She boards her future.
The future is crammed,
Too many people seeking the same fate
Shoulder to shoulder,
airtight.
She looks at her mother,
Usually a stoic woman.
She is shifting her feet with wide eyes.
The young girl hears the sniffling of the hopefuls
and the coughs of the unlucky.
She is used to tight spaces, anything is better from the
Life she was previously accustomed to.
3 months seeing the same faces,
taking in the same smell,
a smell so strong and pungent
waiting is made more difficult.
It teaches patience
The only water on the people’s skin is from the ocean
If they’re lucky, the rain.
Once they reach the dream, the father takes her home.
He opens their new door but it isn’t what she had hoped.
