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The blue bus shines its light on
Your naked summer rain
No safety for elaborate plans.
Wilderness thick with locks of
Tangled vines
High on humid air,
That reach out with arms of
Knotted moss veins
And pull you in.
Pull you in the endless
Moist high
way.
You ride by insane children that line the high
Way wrapped in mushroom cages
Trapped on the King’s wilderness high
way.
The blue bus calls on you
From desperate parking lot desert flats,
You look back at what stands in the summer rain
And ride the bus into the western lake.
Sophie Chamas
is a native of Lebanon. She is currently a student at the American
University of Sharjah studying International Relations with a minor in
philosophy.
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