My Pleasure – Teresz Peipins

Terez Peipins

Always on these buses
time lags,
the engine dies,
I have faith
the driver can fix it,
faith that this life,
at this moment
slows to show light
in highway body shops,
car washes, and strip malls.
Slows to show
the elegance of tall pines
edging every space.
Slows to show
the white petals
of dogwood
dropping from the sky.

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