Riding the Greyhound (Sleeping in the Rear Seat

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Open Poetry #31

Riding the Greyhound (Sleeping in the Rear Seat – Part 3)

jwesley
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-04-30

Posts 7563
Spring, Texas

0 posted 2004-02-22 12:56 PM

Riding the Greyhound
(Sleeping in the Rear Seat – Part 3)

We sat there, melded,
watching everything go by
on the other side of the window.
Other people’s lives,
their world,
Big Grey Dog running away from them
as fast as it could,
us,
silently urging it on –
Faster Big Dog, faster,
Faster.

Talking was unnecessary.
Where flesh met flesh,
through cloth or bare,
things were said
that words could never tell,
and we clung in those spots
like flowers to color,
knowing inevitable was coming,
lying about why it had too,
wishing we could change it,
though neither of us wanted too.
Not knowing what else to do,
we sat there,
quietly,
watching everything go by
on the other side of the window,
in love with the moment,
the ride,
Big Grey Dog,
flying down the road.

Faster Big Dog,
Faster.

wesley james beard, jr.
(c) february 2004

iliana
Member Patricius

since 2003-12-05

Posts 13434
USA

1 posted 2004-02-22 01:35 AM

Fascinating story, and well written. Is there more coming?

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

2 posted 2004-02-22 04:16 AM

yeppers, it's definitely time for a trip!

serenity blaze
Member Empyrean

since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

3 posted 2004-02-22 10:19 AM

not knowing what else to do,

I'll just

this is great my displaced cajun buddy...

my bus rides were interesting but never quite this soothing. The rhythms caught the zen feeling of the highway--

and yes, "other peoples lives"
pondering the implications of that alone makes for great poetry.

Well done, lovie.

Happy Mardi Gras.

steavenr
Member Elite

since 2003-11-17

Posts 4058

4 posted 2004-02-24 11:40 PM

"we clung in those spots
like flowers to color"

loved that line...this write was such a neat microcosm of Americana

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