Tagged: bus

bus, train, or car ride –

we act as if time

we act as if time
were limitless, not seeing
the hour, the minute,
the second until it’s out
of view, unrealized
you tell me this
at the bus stop,
waiting for
the 22 on Mission,
as if it were the best
place to stop time,
delay departures

at the bus stop, two

bird on a wire

there’s a middle school

there’s a middle school
field trip feeling
on those late
afternoon flights
the hum of massive
engines weave between
daydreams, whispers,
and minutes that go by
unaccounted for, like
the names of cities,
towns that
hardly register

my dad passed down the love

my dad passed down the love
for Volkswagens the way
folks passed on their
ancestry – one vibrant
story at a time
. and
traveling through the
milestones in a VW
or two certainly
stoked the enchantment