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At the Knee: Shared

the bus ramp went down
and on rolled a wheelchair
the guy wouldn't

   look at you
directly.   A little girl wandered
            away from her dad,

       and told him hello
asked him
     where his legs went.
               stared down
and those knubs left of thighs at
         eye level.

he spoke with a leveled tone
softly, and told her about
the war and the infection,
          her response was"okay",
         she wandered back to her seat

and fell ten minutes latter,
      her bandaid on her knee came off
her shrill cries caught the drivers attention
as her father told her
                sorry baby,

i know it hurts baby.

The other man looked out the window
probably fatherless.  
         Remembering a world
he was made alone, remembering how to count
and the proper dosage.
— whitetea, Sep 22, 2008

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Region, Country: United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Chrystos, Mark Strand, Adrienne Rich, Naomi Shihab Nye, Rachel M. Simon, Donald Justice, Mary Oliver, Nikki Giovanni, Alice Walker, Bukowski, Mary Lambert

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PB

Paul Butters.

17 years 8 months ago

your poem

Yes, people do behave like this. The not looking; the honesty of kids. Not sure about the ending, but throughout you've not pulled any punches. Realistically descriptive poem. P.
whitetea

whitetea

17 years 8 months ago

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It really came to my attention when the girl got hurt at the exact place on her leg where his were amputated at. Her words didn't hurt so much as when she cried very hard about something he most likely does not know how to cry about anymore. There was something bubbling up past his apathy.
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barbsdad2003

17 years 8 months ago

Powerful!

You demonstrate here a real and rare talent: Of all the pieces I've seen posted at this site, this I believe to be the best. It's certainly my favorite. Marked by simplicity, matter-of-factness, clarity of description. You capture pieces of both outer and inner lives. You hint---and the mere hint makes it stronger than if it was more than that---at a kaleidoscope of feelings both expressed and suppressed. Absolutely---profoundly!---brilliant. Thank you, thank you, Chuck PS: As to title, I might suggest something like "little things on a bus" or "incident(s) on a bus" or "bus passage" or "small details" or "small matters" or "bus encounters" or "lives on a bus" or "bus microcosm" or "one universe on a bus" or "empathy" or "shame" or "hiding in plain sight" or ... I recognize that choosing/finding a title can be a tricky business here. (In fact, I'm not happy with any of my suggestions above; but perhaps one or more can prompt your brain in a good direction.)
whitetea

whitetea

17 years 8 months ago

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Thanks for juggling through some titles with me, it really helps. What you said means a lot. And thank you for really diving into this one. It is good to talk with you again, you look at the world in such a unique and warm hearted way despite its occasional ugliness.
yenti

yenti

17 years 8 months ago

Who dares Cares

I remember a film called Seawife and Biscuit it brought it back where I think the end was something like, You never look at the face of a Nun, mind you since that film I have. I was in an optician and at the counter was a chinese lady trying to get served, or being served, the optician or shop assistant did nothing else but shout at her as if she was deaf. We live in a strange world where people in wheelchairs have to be either shouted at or spoken to through another person. Your Poem brought it home, and hope lots read, and understand WHAT YOUR SAYING, LOL, sorry I shouted. The world, well if we behaved like humans, and respected all others and didn't keep looking for gain, or whatever, then this beautiful planet would indeed be beyond normal words, and only reflect the waves of love. Yours Ian.T
whitetea

whitetea

17 years 8 months ago

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Thanks for stopping by yenti and reading into this one. "The world, well if we behaved like humans, and respected all others and didn’t keep looking for gain, or whatever, then this beautiful planet would indeed be beyond normal words, and only reflect the waves of love." Well said. Is that a copper Buddha behind your picture?
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grasshopper

17 years 8 months ago

Very Powerful

Full of reality. ~great imagery. I like the structure. The poem sliced into my heart. Thanks for th read. Suggestion for a title:"She Said OK" Rich
whitetea

whitetea

17 years 8 months ago

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thanks for reading this. good to see you again!
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 8 months ago

Whitetea...

a raw look at the real world... leaves me sad because this is how it is, so many lonely souls out there not talking... looking out of bus windows deep in thoughts of their own ... very good write... title.. I don't know maybe something about the stories of the sad faces behind the windows... the image is very powerful and it sticks to me as it is something we've all seen or been... Richard
whitetea

whitetea

17 years 8 months ago

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When most people have taken the bus enough, they usually lose the social fronts they put up and almost behave like they are spending time alone because they are used to the routine. When you've taken it enough you see a lot coming out of people. You are exactly right. "the image is very powerful and it sticks to me as it is something we’ve all seen or been…" i love how you put that.
PB

Paul Butters.

17 years 8 months ago

Title for this.

Re title: "Legless in L.A." - or is that insensitive? "Where did your legs go?"... "Encounter on a Bus".... "Disability Awareness".... "War Hero"...."Hero." MMM. Well I tried. Such a great write needs a title so don't give up on it. P.