A Yellow Bus Dream

..in the scheme of things
my dreams of things
have become a veritable parade
of everyone I ever knew
most every scene is mean
in that I am not there
So where?
Mornings I awake in a lather
one...
remembering a gathering of folks
around a yellow school bus
And as I watched
it began vibrating
shook and shivered
then seemed to melt
like a giant Jello
until it was no more
just a pile of invisible parts
same being approached
and as if he was coached,
a man, read a decree:
he said to me
"We lost our parts
and it was YOUR part
to keep us together!"
Then he stalked off and disappeared.
Was I the driver?
If so, I had certainly not been prepared
Who would have dared hire me,
without the proper license?
08.14.2012
Barbara H.












Comments: 15
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This dream is surely worth close examination!
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Lovely poem...and, an important dream...
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