White Sales Poem by Allen Grossman

White Sales

Rating: 3.6


4.

White sales

The Bus stops uptown
next to the John Deere.

The step from the paving
into the bus is high.

How did Irene get on the bus?
This is a trouble.

"I am not a tall girl."
She thought she would take the

train on the way back:
"But I, even as the dogs,

feel a yearning
for the infinite. . . .I cannot,

I cannot satisfy that hunger!
I am the daughter of a man and a woman.

I had thought to be more than this.
If it had been left to me. I would much

rather have been the daughter of
a shark."

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On the bus Irene talked to a fat
blind woman. They talked about

January White Sales. The blind
woman was going to the Cities

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