Sunday, May 6, 2012

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You are riding the bus again
burrowing into the blackness of Interstate 80,
the sole passenger

with an overhead light on.
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Franz Wright
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tim dyson 29 January 2018

Of those included in this online collection, this is Wright's best poem. It's about one of our basic human conditions called loneliness. Reflection frames our loneliness and riding on a bus on an empty interstate puts us in the same seat with the writer. Good stuff.

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Patrick Murphy 26 October 2014

a companionship epistle for the running-away alcoholic self; the reality outside the self is offering corroboration of no inherent will to hurt nor to 'fix' the self.

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