John Lentini

City Bus

 

Life against life

Wall against wall

So be the city bus within

 

To the walls blend the people

To the walls talk the people

 

How one with each doth blend

 

How be we so close

      yet buildeth our walls

      thick and hard and enduring

      that be us so close

      we be so far apart

 

Inches become miles

Seconds become hours

 

Standing, tired, aggravated

 

Be us each objects?

For so doth each treateth the other

      be it flesh, be it metal

On the bus rideth both

And both doth blend

 

And so my crystal-eyed lover

      by your side am I placed

Standing, our hands so close

And as if I had gazed into

      the eyes of medusa

To such form am I transformed

 

City Bus