May 22, 2009

A Particular Bus Ride

By Pavithra K. Mehta

The poetry of a particular bus ride was a mountain strong woman swearing cheerfully in the back. Profanity’s bride, tossing colorful words like floral bouquets into the air around her. The rest of us timidly strain our ears to catch while pretending not to. What truth would we each speak I wonder, if we were fearless and unabashed?

This entry was posted on Friday, May 22nd, 2009 at 3:38 pm and posted in Happenings. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.

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