Bus Ride to Newtown

On city bus riding on provisional tar roads layered with rain, Watching silently in my head while water roars on the windows and people in coats grumble crowdedly, And me in my thin blue jumper! Silly for such a cold day but what is there to do? I suppose I could get off at Newtown and get me a cheap raincoat or windbreaker from Vinnies, And then if Josh doesn’t show up catch the next rainy bus to Lewisham, But that’s in the future...

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Lewisham Visitation

A football oval somewhere –––– long verdurous grass growing thick from good soil. By the footpath concrete, sitting, watching the ancestor of an illegal dutch immigrant, Who last week just lost it and sat on his desk upside down in a rage, And the kindergarten teacher with her dog, A small little animal with short curled fur and a grinning mouth, And slow-like, the thin strips of velvet silver smoke ascend into the blue air Twirling...

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