From This Bus Window Poem by Arnold Adoff
From This Bus Window
From this bus
pulling away from the curb
I can stretch
my neck. I can just stare into
the eyes
of a bicycle
messenger:
he is the
meat
of
the
sandwich
between
this bus and the moving van
on his other side.
Then he blows the whistle glued between his lips,
and sprint-pedals out of the sandwhich
and slides ahead of us both: bus and van,
and around
his corner.
We ride on.
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