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  • December 11, 2019

False Bus Stop

Posted on 02.14.17 by VoiceCatcher

by Elizabeth Harlan-Ferlo

Her mother is expecting her. She walks down—

here’s a bus stop. She waits. She’s forgotten

her mother’s death. She’s forgotten her destination.

A nurse arrives, joins her. It does seem like

the bus will never come. What we think we know

(we’ve been over and over the signage, the map)

leads again to this bench. A belly rumbles like gravel;

transcendence may not arrive. For now,

we could come back in, at least for supper.

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