Stuck On A Bus

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 –  Prompt #262 – “Where’d The Car Go?
“As long as we’re reminiscing, think back (for some of us, WAY back) to the first time you drove a car (not ride in a car as a passenger, but actually behind the wheel). What are your memories of your first experience? What kind of car was it? Color? Make, model? Find something in that experience to inspire and write the poem. If you do not drive, write a mode of transportation poem.”

Ever been stuck
on an express bus
middle of highway
heading home,
and sitting next to
you, a nervous little
man folds and unfolds
his newspaper, chatting
away?   I pray he will
stop. Close my eyes.
Blood-curdling scream
echoes from back.
Everyone jumps in
their seats. Necks
pretzel. Who is
responsible? A
passenger locates

culprit. Non-descript
woman, gray/
beige
hair and tortoise-shell
glasses, 
sits with an open book
on her lap, shrieking.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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