| Sunday, December 02, 2007 |
| Outside Marietta |
A one armed man gets on
the bus in Charleston
He ushers his daughter down
the dim lit aisle.
She has short pink arms,
napped in flax, though she can't
be no more than six.
I wonder where his other arm is gone,
by now a lonely braid of bones,
a carbon whisper, nothing.
Somewhere outside Marietta (that
could be anywhere, or almost)
the bus sighs into a gaping lot.
The man gets up, puts on his hat
collects his child.
The sun streams wildly.
A wide blonde woman
leans on a red old car.
Her arms are crossed in front of her
the same pale mass
of hair upon her head and on her forearms
and I know before they ever touch
she is her mother
and the line drops off.
You got to make more than one stop
to get where I am going |
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