Friday, August 20, 2021

Poem: August 11, 2021

Bus Duty

Wednesday afternoon and all the kids

gathered in front of the building, waiting

for their rides know that today is a summer day,

even if this is the third day of fall semester,

because, my god, the heat index is somewhere

north of ninety-five degrees and the humidity

is the kind you can wade around in. Move

too fast and you’ll splash the person next to you.

Everyone looks kind of slumped and sleepy

and stuck to their clothes. Everyone looks broken.

Best to get home to the AC and a dark room.

Best not to move around too much.


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