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Collected Poetry
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Diesel Eddy
Book three of impromptu trilogy.
The Evening Light Waiting at a Bus Stop
Listless, droll, waiting for deliverance... we suspect certain ideas of regret, renunciation, or intolerance— inarticulate declarations then found to be null—yet we opt merely to breathe, as small birds wing from wire to limb to wire—recent rain puddled as bountiful amusement then made special by a kindly surface tension; the light reaching and reaching farther in thin sheets. Very little had been revealed by these assembled souls gathered at a quiet bus stop. It had taken so, so long to get here that we, sun-worn and sodden, expected the expected wait to fulfill the exemplary, the aptly transfiguring; instead, time wandered ever so slowly by—which we deemed nearly exquisite—distracted, stilled, little crowds issuing past in simple laughter (and cool shoes). back | ToC | next
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