My father climbs up the steps of the bus. He is too confused to be amazed
The year has been difficult and the bus is full. There must be fifty passengers,
Any idea where we're going?
The bus begins to move. Out the window, a river.
Another bus approaches. The two sidle past each other, and my father recognizes
I don't know what happens after that. To be honest,
I hope his mother is there, though, waiting for him.
Abby Wheeler lives in Cincinnati, Ohio, where she is an active community and staff member at Women Writing for (a) Change. Her chapbook, In the Roots, is forthcoming through Finishing Line Press.
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