rc^cm py'
T\u(c Hc^ne
t/ic
Kavla McAulilfe I
am
sitting
one seat back
I
feigning sleep and straining to
hear abo\'e the bus's constant rumble
you -
sing
.'//(•«/ iiL^hl.
This
You I
is
like I
holy nujbl.
not a
lo\'e
armor
and
you
1,1
on the heat.
calm
its
in
vou tonight.
I
youi pillow, but
stuffing,
sing
dtUnt nujhl. holy ,<lcYp in hi\iiriily
/Vmy does.
Alan Darmodv
25
tN-pe.
nu]hl)
but sat back up when
in m\' chair.
will not think of
through
poem.
are the shining
to turn
back
not a lo\e poem;
and abo\e the rattle of the bus. and the road, and the hum of m\- muddled thoughts,
noticed she laid her head on \our shoulder,
{all
I
is
burry m\' head
have never needed a hero
(.'//(•/?/
sigh, lean
This
we stopped
pcuctf.
iiujht,
