The boy's blazer's spittle streaked
and his specs a touch too grown up.
Down from the college
the older brother comes,
learning to like his not belonging yet
some of the way in now. He stops
and says in scratched acidic voice, Again!
Our kid nods, a look made stupid
with everyday harrying, hurts
learnt as basic rule.
When the bus comes, the blazer
steps up slow/steady to the top deck.
It's three stops on
till the collegian goes up too.
The thing is, you get blisters watching
the same ground tread.
A piece of living gets its staying shape.