get aways

They loiter
casually at the bus stop
roofless, rootless
glancing furtively
elsewhere

waiting
to slip a hand into your heart
take what is left
and disappear sideways
from the dream

the physician mumbles
scrawls mystic formulae
like an alchemist
probing by remote control
for answers in another dimension

they stand
waiting for the undriven bus
to pull up and lift them
out from under
the crushing weight
of flesh

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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