--- title: Boy on the bus genre: verse id: boy_bus toc: "Boy on the bus" project: title: Stark Raving class: stark order: 9 next: - title: I think it's you (but it's not) link: i-think-its-you - title: Last Bastion link: last-bastion prev: - title: L'appel du vide link: lappel-du-vide - title: Exasperated link: exasperated ... | When he said [Bible][] I heard his southern accent | and he had a face I expect all pastors must have | a round open honest face | that will always be a boy's face | though its owner may rightly call himself a man | near my age though I hardly call myself a man | I have seen this face before whether in life or a dream | I can't tell | if I've seen him on the street once | twice who knows and his pastor's [moon face][] | reminds me of something | some distant light my life used to own | [One night on my birthday the moon was so strong it cast shadows][] | I could see to the far hill and back it was all clear to me | The moon hasn't done that in a long time | [its face has been obscured by clouds][] for weeks | and that boy on the bus his face I've forgotten | I thought I recognized a good number of people | on that bus who I didn't know at all [its face has been obscured by clouds]: moongone.html [One night on my birthday the moon was so strong it cast shadows]: in-bed.html [moon face]: moon-drowning.html [Bible]: mountain.html