Today's poem is by Arlene Weiner

In Dreams I Ride a Bus

Because a bus is a house of many windows
Because it carries light through dark streets
and shade through hot streets

Because it is safety between
the sadness of work
and the sadness of home

Because it embraces strangers' privacies
where the woman driving
chats with a child-sized woman behind her

a woman with pony-pied skin
rubs scented oil into blue gums
the pierced girl gives me a seat

Because it arrives or never arrives

Copyright © 2016 Arlene Weiner All rights reserved
from City Bird
Ragged Sky Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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