Poem 3

Bus Driver
Golden lines chase black lines across the hills.
Cloud rabbits and geese flash bigger smaller bigger smaller
As they play cat-and-mouse in valleys and on ridges.
Blip blip blip go the wheels and dip dip dip goes the road
And skip skip skip goes my belly.

Black lines chase golden lines across the hills.
The passengers close the shades against windswept shades
As they play peek-a-boo behind roadside bushes.
Skit skit skit go the branches and whit whit whit goes the wind
And pit pit pit goes my heart.