Arlene Weiner: In Dreams I Ride a Bus

Because a bus is a house of many windows

Because it carries light through dark streets

and shade through hot streets

Because it is safety between

the sadness of work

and the sadness of home

Because it embraces strangers’ privacies

where the woman driving

chats with a child-sized woman behind her

a woman with pony-pied skin

rubs scented oil into blue gums

the pierced girl gives me a seat

Because it arrives or never arrives

—

Copyright 2016 Arlene Weiner from her collection City Bird published by Ragged Sky Press.

One comment on “Arlene Weiner: In Dreams I Ride a Bus”

1. Charlie Brice

   May 23, 2016

   

   As always, Arlene’s descriptions are totally original and poetic: a bus is a house with many windows–superb! And I love the ending.

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