Have you ever gotten on a city bus in a bad mood and got off in a good one? Here's a recent poem of mine about that experience, published in the 2013 Chaffin Journal, out of Eastern Kentucky University.
MORNING BUS
As you step down into the weather again,
remember to thank the taxpayers
who helped get you there,
the people behind the scenes
who worked out routes and schedules,
the driver, who drove,
the people using walkers,
the people taking up two spaces
all by themselves,
the mothers with children in strollers,
the jittery students in wet shoes and earbuds
who all got on and found a place to sit,
room to stand, a strap to hang from,
expanded like yeasty dough into each
niche and crevice, kept the pressure on
until they squeezed that gray bubble
of old age you woke with
up into your throat and out
like a baby's burp.
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