early
morning
bus
groans and clicks and whirs and grrrs
taking
us few silent scattered souls across town
to
Hospital Hill
where
we
get
by
and
april sun shines thru smeared windows
painting
us
all
as
tho
the night never was
i
cling to a handrail
brain
against the headrest
legs
loaded with liquid lead
getting
by
theres a nurse reading
wears a long rose-red coat
i peep over her shoulder
to see how others
get
by
shes reading a dictionary
every alternate entry
is crossed out in pencil
so
thats
how
others
get
by
from en.wikiepedia.org
"HOW OTHERS GET BY' moved me - caused me to wonder "How do they get by?" Then the nurse becomes exemplary with her dictionary and marking off a sort of trail. Felt like a morning poem that woke me up. Very nice poem. Joseph Hargraves
ReplyDeletethanks very much for reading. in retrospect it may have been a medical dictionary, would make more sense, but in my morning fug i just saw a plain old dictionary.
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