Issue 5:
Warm
Debra Sudy
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Bus Ride to Simcha
Many chat, high notes like
kids at recess. Us, too.
We stand. We sit. We get coffee
stand again. Joy's anticipation
bubbles like a fresh glass of
champagne. We toast
other's crumpled clothes and
faces smooshed, hunching over chairs,
oblivious to the hive hum of
motorcoaches, or their own
snores, our stares.
Neither of us would drive.
Not from any disabling, maybe
tired of the stick -- the clutch.
So both could be plaid-shorted
sightseers with easy glances.
The doors swing open
Joy turns to me, eyes sparkling...
I taste champagne. My palms feel light.
We step up, inside, ready to ride.
~Debra Sudy
*simcha: joy in Yiddish
Debra writes, "I am a mother of two sons, [and] a full-time college student working at our local community college. Poetry is my favourite entertainer and entertainment!" Email.
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