Donald Levering

BUS STOP

The wind would take me to bed
in the snow. Since I stay standing,
it tries to turn me into the statue
of a frostbitten man.

*    *    *    *    *

Hands in my armpits, I picture
the Lear jet in the news,
cruising the eternal cirrus
on autopilot, its windows
iced over inside, its pilots
not hearing the blizzard of signals
pleading response, their hearts
solid fists in their chests,
the plane unveering,
dogged by the Air Force
until its fuel is spent
and it crashes in North Dakota.

*    *    *    *    *

Stiff with the cold, the gears
of my bus whine
as they churn, taking me back
to my marriage of many years.

From the book manuscript, Sweeping The Skylight

Date of Birth: June 19, 1949 Location: Santa Fe, New Mexico Occupation: Human Services Administrator Email: dlevering@cybermesa.com Books: Six books, the two most recent are: The Fast of Thoth, Pudding House, 2002 and Horsetail, Woodley, 2000 Awards: NEA Fellowship

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