By A.E. Bayne
In a barn upstate
the Technicolor bus demands, "Further!"
Motionless and confined by time,
yet timeless.
Bold paint splattered
like a Pollock original,
with years of hay mold and rat prints
and dust fairies fallen dead
upon its promises of freedom's ecstasies.
Sunlight through the mud-caked window
threatens to stir them to life,
but none respire in the even solitude.
A merry bus, overhauled,
its silence ever more profound.
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2 comments:
Chilling . . . very nice.
Thanks, I think I was going for sentimental, but sad. It's based on a picture that I saw of the Merry Prankster's bus, "Further". Now it's sitting in a barn in Upstate New York, broken down and not going anywhere.
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