Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Waiting for My Breath of Fresh Air

I
wait
in the 
intense
afternoon sun.


Finally
the school bus
rumbles,
groans,
and billows
smoke
up the steep
roadway.


When
the red lights
flash,
the cars
on both sides of the roadway
reluctantly
slow down
and
stop.


With
squealy brakes
the bus
grinds
to a stop
in front of me.


WHOOSH,
the doors
exhale.


From
the shadowy interior
my little girl
emerges.


She is
all smiles
and
full of
stories of school.


She is my
breath
of
fresh air
on a
hot afternoon.

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