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Poetry on the busses

We're on the downward slope of 2004, which makes it odd that I hadn't noticed this year's Poetry on the Bus collection yet (although it's possible they just went up).

In any event, I was delighted to look up this morning and see this delightful entry from a friend of mine sandwiched between two ads:

Leaving some shell of yourself

covered in sheets, you catch
your bus, pull the cord ten blocks
early, walk into the store that sells magic.

When your boss asks where you’ve been
you say you wanted to learn

how a thing disappeared comes back
how a velvet-lined cape
feels against skin.

Marjorie Manwaring

Check out the rest of the 2004 Poetry on the Bus poems. As always with these things, the selection is uneven -- but some of them are quite good. Enjoy!