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title: Boy on the bus
id: boy_bus
genre: verse
project:
title: Stark Raving
class: stark
order: 9
next:
- title: I think it's you (but it's not)
link: i-think-its-you
- title: Last Bastion
link: last-bastion
prev:
- title: L'appel du vide
link: lappel-du-vide
- title: Exasperated
link: exasperated
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| When he said [Bible][] I heard his southern accent
| and he had a face I expect all pastors must have
| a round open honest face
| that will always be a boy's face
| though its owner may rightly call himself a man
| near my age though I hardly call myself a man
| I have seen this face before whether in life or a dream
| I can't tell
| if I've seen him on the street once
| twice who knows and his pastor's [moon face][]
| reminds me of something
| some distant light my life used to own
| [One night on my birthday the moon was so strong it cast shadows][]
| I could see to the far hill and back it was all clear to me
| The moon hasn't done that in a long time
| [its face has been obscured by clouds][] for weeks
| and that boy on the bus his face I've forgotten
| I thought I recognized a good number of people
| on that bus who I didn't know at all
[its face has been obscured by clouds]: moongone.html
[One night on my birthday the moon was so strong it cast shadows]: in-bed.html
[moon face]: moon-drowning.html
[Bible]: mountain.html
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