Tuesday, August 23, 2022

Passing Buses


from my seat in the livingroom

I can see the moving branches

of the neighbor's tree and know

that a breeze is blowing...  a 

gentle rustling of the leaves

rather than dramatic....  we have

had our fill of drama in this

valley as one bus right after

another one has driven by, not

waving, not blowing the horn,

now so much as a howdy on

their way to the big apple...  we

see them on the nightly news

unloading their passengers at

first light in the morning with no

one at the destination to pay for

their meals they ate along the way.


16 August 2022


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