Dandelion De La Rue

Waiting for the Someday Bus
by Dandelion de la Rue.

Maybe that bus
is coming someday
while we just wait
lazy on the
grass and curb and
turned-over newspaper box
listening to the clean lady
with the new bus schedule
and new blue shoes
saying Bus is Coming
Bus is coming
Bus is surely
coming now.

We talk, slow.
One Tooth Boy
shows us his
spider bite
and the old
man hums and nods
and smiles and
there’s a blues beat
somewhere
that bus is
surely coming
someday
we all say
and we’ll all
get on and go
somewhere
sometime soon.

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Invisible Mystery Friends
Dandelion de la Rue

Remembering days and nights
of wandering through
criss cross designs of
water vapor and
other disembodied energies
thick with the
ghosts and spirits
of Old New Orleans.
I felt their
kinship with me
their embrace
their music
I heard and felt
their songs
around me
over me
in me
They walked my walk
As I walked theirs
and it was
energizing.
I felt that
I belonged.

Are they lonely
in abandoned
buildings empty
streets
Do they see
the stricken place
it is today
or the magic streets
that they once
walked alone
loving the city
and being loved
the living and
the dead alike.
Where will we gather
now, for bidimensional
communion?

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