Open Poetry #31 |
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Riding the Greyhound (Sleeping in the Rear Seat – Part 3) |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas ![]() |
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 |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Fascinating story, and well written. Is there more coming? |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yeppers, it's definitely time for a trip! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
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. ![]() |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
"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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