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On the West End Bus


Two minutes from glassy-eyed downtown, the bus hangs a right
near SallyAnn College and a sharp left alongside old Centre Park
and ends up where East meets West amongst tenements and churches,
where watercolour windows blend and spices float on continental drifts
and west end storefronts split like peacock feathers in a million hues

Aboard the grey elephant of a city bus you roar past global crossings
Than Huong, Lisbon Bakery, Dragon River, and Taste of India
and take a bumpy wild water buffalo ride beyond Sri Sathya Sai Park,
where the grinning Cambodian kid always hops aboard happy as a lark
a gamine-faced boy, he forever hums and raps and taps and dances

Inside his head you imagine a thousand light bulbs lighting up
as he twirls a blue umbrella which he carries rain or shine
and you hear his mother reminding him they must not be late,
but before he goes to school he often stops by the chain link fence
bending slight fingers through mesh to see the hundred butterflies

The painted butterflies are a memorial here to all who dream
and in a west end world where life is simple yet difficult
the kid doesn’t say much to anyone at home or to his friends
but he wonders if he can run fast enough and one day learn to fly

© 2012 S. Michaels
Breakaway – Spreading Wings

Author: LightWriters

Life. Faith. Wellness.

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