|An Eleventh September
Author: chocoholic PM
A bus journey. Not 911 related apart from the title.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 103 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 02-06-07 - id: 2315975
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White sky scribbled with branches seen
Through the filthy window of the
Number fifty-three – it's autumn.
Kids in brand new uniforms
Spit gum in mother-combed hair
And tear things up. Cold white faces
Stare out-of-bodily at
Nothing. Ill fitting teeth open
Every now and then to discuss
So-and-so in the hospital
The lack of hope, her poor
Husband. Driver hums and doesn't
See the hares running alongside –
Giving a treat of a performance
To a prammed baby, tired of
Crying, and his sister who requests
An answer for the veiny branches'
Persistent, unwelcome question marks.