All Aboard 

The struggle bus is leaving soon. 
We’re all mad here, I fear, most 

mad and moonly. Sit down, let’s 
whine and dine just fine until we

get fed up with empty cups and 
lack of clack. The trick: to click 

your heels together and pretend 
there’s no place. No game. No 

rules, including gravity. Let’s fly
and try our hands at something 

not quite so hard. We’ve bought 
a bus and we’ll save you a seat un

-til this journey’s found a place to
be. A plus: we’re in good company. 

In November, we poem. Sometimes it’s a struggle.

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3 Responses to

  1. neil reid says:

    Oh this is way way beyond merely sweet (which surely, it is). Love the way your mind flutters it way to ground and words. You leave me smiling.

  2. Paula Light says:

    This was fun to read! 🤩

  3. Kir Piccini says:

    I wanted to take the ride!

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