chasing after clouds
in deep yellow on
radiant blue
i think it would be nice
if we bought bus tickets
like theatre tickets
clutching the lucky
row three seat twenty four
in hand
defending our places
to the last
with sweaters and full colour
thirteen page programs
for which we paid one twenty six
and which enumerates
act I
wherein the hero doubts
the reality of his existence
act II
wherein the hero exists
a cliffhanger
but also an entre'acte
in which to fill up on
dark european beer
and hors d'oeuvres
à la carte
on for the road
before
act III
wherein
all huddled in the prayer of sleep
we'd each
pull the cord
at our stops
wait for the light
push the bar
to open the door
unfamiliar ceilings
March 16, 2005