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