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title: Boy on the bus
genre: verse
project:
title: Stark Raving
css: 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 \
I might'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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