In a high school lane
Aligned with yellow buses
The chosen bus was all wrong
The trip home ends in a glimpse
I am caught in a wide, green field
Reaching far as the clouds
Are to the ground
A chorus disrupts
Arriving, loud and bright
Girls and boys –
everyone I know
Beautifully adorned
In white gowns and tuxes
Crowned in jewels
And me—
My clothes dingy and unwashed
My pearls blackened by mud
Their splendor blinds me
They march with army vigor
Advancing, to assault me with
Their shiny, glowing smiles
I want to be one of them
Isolation keeps me stagnant
As a creek-like river
with Atlantic dimensions
blocks me off
The river uproots me
I shake violently on
The thin, black bridge
Gripping the rails tightly
It shakes. It cracks.
Breaking. Falling.
Caught on it.
Hanging loose by one twig
Here am I-
Kicking violently,
Grappling, losing my grip
Strenuously fighting
Can’t make it alone
The brides motion me.
A scrape of bridge
Cuts deep
I cry-
Remove! Remove! Remove!
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