Thursday, April 02, 2020

NaPoWriMo, Day Two, Poem Two



Ghost Bus

Off grid, not
on schedule

always miss
the 7 o'clock

next one up
leaves at 7:35

unless there's
a breakdown.

Turn off devices
enjoy invisible ride

alert Trump, ICE
all authorities

we're all riding
undocumented

commuting to
hospital block.

What if you
never returned

Would anyone
know last day

How'd they even
get to work?

Imagine last shift
knowing fate

floating down
Dorchester Ave

knowing fate
starting ascension.


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