Wilf's poem corner

Uti / Frui

 

A bus rattles by

Shaking everything

Yet going unnoticed

 

Look at the faces

Propped atop bodies

Stern old ladies

Children on laps

People in headphones

 

If each face was a word

Then that hundred or so

Who pass by on the bus

What would they say?

 

A story of monkeys on typewriters

Perhaps. Perhaps

But what if they read

Like a page of epic romance

The rules of a perilous game

The route to the underworld

Or your true and secret name

 

Wilf Merttens


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