The Seasons and The Ignorant Bus
I, at some point had
a feeling for
the seasons
A sort of excitement
for the transitions
The dropp in temperature
and the cool
melting snow
The way the leaves change
from the green essence
of life
to the orange and red
farewell
At this time
of my life
I marveled at
the seasons
while thinking about
God and love
But now
I ride a ignorant bus
traveling to locations
titled 'Point A
and Point B'
The face of change
still exists
but my ability
to allow my jaw
to drop
has long since
been dead
poem by Justin Tallman Gonzalez
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