Poem: The Loud Bus and The Quiet Bus
Your small face moves in and out of the windows of the bus Eyes happy accent marks—dashes and lashes You chose the loud bus and left your friends on the…
November 1, 2016
Gentler than we deserve,
Reality still shocks with its
Adherence to the basic rules of life on
This planet.
Every body’s trajectory has the same
Fulsome approximation, which is always an
Undoing of the tightly wound bonds of a
Love we never fully understood.