snow falls on the creek while
the schoolbus passes by, creeping
through the density of traffic
unrivaled by any seen thus far;

trapped inside are vessels
held against their will along
these synaptic byways from the brain
to the heart;

meanwhile, the wiper blades move in
perfect rhythm to the drumbeat,
the passenger peers through the windshield
counting their intrusions into his daydream.

01/22/2005

Posted on 01/23/2005
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