On the busA lady gets on the bus and sits across from meShe squints her eyes to blur the words I am wearing.tries to read my jacket with maliceIt reads P-E-R-UThen asks me where I workI say Chicano and American Indian Studies at the U of MShe says there are Chicanos here?I told her, all around you,asleep, awake, working.And we know where you liveI Wink at her and get off the bus.
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On the bus
ReplyDeleteA lady gets on the bus and sits across from me
She squints her eyes to blur the words I am wearing.
tries to read my jacket with malice
It reads P-E-R-U
Then asks me where I work
I say Chicano and American Indian Studies at the U of M
She says there are Chicanos here?
I told her, all around you,
asleep, awake, working.
And we know where you live
I Wink at her and get off the bus.
This is GREAT!
ReplyDeleteRemind me to forward you this awesome poem I know about a man from Nantucket!
Thanks Gracie!
ReplyDelete