Winter will soon slip into
spring, all dressed in
green; bouquet nights and
the rebirth of love.
Snakes gliding through
the grass.
But for now, we deal
with ice and snow,
slick roads and cold
hearts.
I was on the bus the
other day.
The driver had a
slippery scowl pasted
on her chubby face.
My mask had inched
down on my nose, and she
yelled, "put your mask
on or you will be off the bus."
I was having a terrible day already.
My asthma was acting up,
I could hardly breathe, and I had
just had to put my beloved
dog to sleep.
I miss her, but she slipped
away peacefully.
I rang the bell to get off at
my stop, as I chewed my
gum in passive anger.
I stood up and walked toward
the front of the bus.
The aisle was slick from
the snow and ice.
As I neared the exit door,
I took the gum out of my
mouth, so that I could throw
it away, but things went
horribly awry.
I slipped on a wet
spot, and to catch
myself, I firmly planted
my gum hand on the back
of the driver's head.
She had short hair, but still,
the wad of gum was now
embedded in her golden
locks.
I'm sure a haircut is
in her near future.
Since then, I intend
to tread softly and cautiously,
and just maybe,
she does too.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
maybe,
she does too....👏🏻
Thanks, Alan.
How unfortunate! Her heart was cold like winter-glad you are better now- great piece…
Thank you so much.
Clever write!
Thank you.
We all have these type days dear Tom, somedays I know for sure I should have just stayed in bed. Brilliant imagery 🤗
Thanks, Teddy.
Poetic justice!
Thank you.
and some of us never stop sliding .. do we ..
Lol. Thank you N.
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