Poet's Corner

On the Bus

by Paul David

We ride the midday sun
with eyes that stare into
forever
past tangled knots
of ancient southern pines
sublime
Up Ninety-Five we shine

On
	Up
		In
			Through

Caroline
Fragrant green perfume
seduces
ears tickle whispered
forgotton forest muses
dappled sunlight jewels
across
forgotten paths
and remembered dreams
morning mist
shrouds fae circle and
joyous stream

On
	Up
		In
			Through

Caroline
Who knew what

and where
	and when
		and why?

the minutes measure of—

we die
The dryads sing

On
	Up
		In
			Through

Caroline

Paul David is a poet, dreamer, malcontent, loner, social gadfly, and expectant father on the journey of life. In search of employment.