Poems of a Clouded Mind

1. School Bus

A slap!

A swinging hand and again,

The memory's pain strikes harder,

A nostalgic feeling,

A girl and her hand comforting,

A slow memory and depleting,

Yellow like every other,

But different somehow I remember,

Early in my years,

And not nearly the length of yellow,

Squeak, and wallow,

Rigid and stern only enough to turn,

The stories it held in secret,

The color misleading,

Bright but crushed by careless driving,

There in that seat,

A slap or punch,

Where I stand against a fleet,

Not for I,

But for her I couldn't take defeat,

Yellow,
That day did you shine less dimmer,

Or puffed eyes hazed in sight you glimmered,

The sweetest moment,

She couldn't take her hands,

And mine did clasp,

Nothing I'd do to change my stance,

Yellow,

Brown,

Golden,

The color stains have changed,

But the look of faces,

The exchange of comments,

The glances,

And heart felt touch,

Shall forever be yellow enchanted.