School Bus
A little poem penned at work today. Mostly a recollection.
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The gravelly odor of diesel
and the blunt pungency of rubber upholstery;
The rise and fall of the gear-sound
and a hissing exhale.
This great yellow creature rumbles toward my home.
I enter its belly, step aboard and ride
Until we arrive, fall in a line out its ear
And into the castle.
July 27th, 2010 at 12:19 pm
I always remember that odd smell of the stuff they used to clean up puke…..