with
wrinkled homework
and sack lunch
in hand,
late as usual,
i hurried down
our tree lined
driveway.

my heart racing,
i glanced up,
in a weak gesture
of piety,
hoping that just this once

God

would take my side.

the clouds

t
i
l
t
e
d,

and then par ted.

high overhead
there was a sudden garish splash
of tumbling yellow,

and

holding my breath,
arms outstretched,
i attempted
the
seemingly impossible
task of
catching the bus . . . j