Interring My Uncle’s Ashes (poetry)

On a frequency we mostly ignore
the city council speaks with a single
yawning head
about a great, gray,
bewildering bus
that authorizes right turns only
that only invisible riders ride
that lurches

up and down the city’s
collapsing artery

to nowhere pleasant
in particular.

-M. Ashley

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