On the School Bus

a packed lunch
brown bag rolled at the top
where my fingers catch cramped
armful of books cutting into an elbow
loose papers wedged
between random pages
like my wrong vowels
my wrong shoes, my wrong jeans
sliding onto brown vinyl seat
a decade before safety belts

dVerse prompt from a minimalist photograph
more associative than ekphrasic – but minimalist in the sparseness of detail and the lack of narrative.


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  1. Your poem brings back memories of 1950s school days, buses, me, friends, enemies … my uncle drove our yellow bus, I was safe in spite of “no seat belts.” A splendid interpretation of Glenn’s phot.

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  2. “armful of books cutting into an elbow/loose papers wedged between random pages/like my wrong vowels,”.. goodness such excellent wordsmithing here! Thank you so much for adding your voice to the prompt 💝💝

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  3. Ah yes, that old school bus memory. We moved around a lot as a kid. Most of the time I was within walking distance of school, but our moves to the country put me on buses. I remember in 9th grade, two girls discussing in front of me how often I must masturbate thinking of them.

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