← v18n1, Spring 2019
Poetry · Volume 18, Number 1

School Bus Brocade

To connect this viewless ride—

this core-rattling teeth shudder,

rear tire chains biting

frozen highway—to where she

has gone, a route I can neither

be on nor refuse, is light

balancing the slope of two points

before the wheels move. Who

reaches to wipe the window’s

compass in the passing buzz

pinetrees guardrails cowfence

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