The poems whiz past like buses ‘Not in Service’.
There is no time table.
No bus shelter.
Only a sign saying, ‘Bus Stop 29’..
Anywhere is good as anywhere else.
That’s what Raymond Carver meant when he said:
Be At Your Station.
Be alert, open.
The deus ex machina will come.
Still, I’ve been waiting here for the last twenty minutes
With the girl with incarnadine hair.
It will be good if the poem or bus pulls up anytime soon.
John Malone 
Incarnadine.
I’m pretty sure I never heard that word before. Went to google to find out what it means. I often end up expanding my vocabulary by reading your pieces. See ya!
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thanks, Neil. The word intrigues me so much it’s going to appear in the next two posts. Stay posted 🙂
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A-OK
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lol there are plenty here like that..
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isn’t it annoying though? when the bus whizzes along in the right had lane you know you are in trouble 🙂
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