Poems from New York #9 (Newark, NJ)

From inside the bus I can see through the window:

the laborious process by which the young bus

driver helps the elderly woman get an

arm through a camel colored coat

 

Her right: it is a clumsy but surprisingly

robust wing that emerges – missing the hole

for an arm repeatedly but eventually becoming

that which it always was

Published by mauriconnors

Writing about dance. Dancing about writing. Dancing about dancing.

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