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Bruce Meyer, Canada

Poems on the Buses Exhibition

Her man ran off with a woman who promised
to buy him a new tractor. A preacher said the work
of God was mysterious as wind racing to bless

the head of every stalk of wheat. The Sioux City
Bears were ahead by six going into the ninth.
Perry Como wanted a little dreamer to dream on.

The radio in my headboard was a prophet eating
locusts in the Midwest dust, and a prairie fire
in the buzzing clock insisted now was three a.m.,

that if I closed my eyes there wasn’t any far away,
no highway straight as a salesman’s spiel,
or limits to the miles my ear could see.