Journey of Words

Bus #8

We wait beneath sycamore Whose bark peels open Shallow wounds of artichoke green Yellow leaves Wearied by Summer’s insatiable heat Await release from Autumn Purgatory We wait for Winter’s certainty And a rattle from the overhead cables That lead the bus home. . CLP 04/11/2018

We wait beneath sycamore

Whose bark peels open

Shallow wounds of artichoke green

Yellow leaves

Wearied by Summer’s insatiable heat

Await release from Autumn

Purgatory

We wait for Winter’s certainty

And a rattle from the overhead cables

That lead the bus home.

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CLP 04/11/2018

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Chris Perry

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