the Poor Class

She shouldn't wear that black dress.
The way it wraps around her
plumb, round body is wrong.
And those two snobs sit across
the classroom, one stuffing her face
with goldfish, the other
eyeing everybody judgmentally.

I wonder why those gloves were in the street.
Blue medical gloves, lying in a pile,
a few scattered here and there.
Someone's hands aren't protected.

The baby spoon, chewed up,laid in the parking lot.
I wonder how long it had been there.
I wonder how long that baby had gone without food.

Poor baby. Poor gloves. Poor people.