Waiting for the Someday Bus
by Dandelion de la Rue.
Maybe that bus
is coming someday
while we just wait
lazy on the
grass and curb and
turned-over newspaper box
listening to the clean lady
with the new bus schedule
and new blue shoes
saying Bus is Coming
Bus is coming
Bus is surely
coming now.
We talk, slow.
One Tooth Boy
shows us his
spider bite
and the old
man hums and nods
and smiles and
there’s a blues beat
somewhere
that bus is
surely coming
someday
we all say
and we’ll all
get on and go
somewhere
sometime soon.
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