Allen Grossman

White Sales - Poem by Allen Grossman


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."


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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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

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