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The Disappointment Bus (1994)

Our mission's still intact -
getting nowhere fast.
No-one wants to scramble
here, the minute last
aboard the disappointment bus.

A lady with a cane
enters inside outside rain;
the packs of youth, deranged -
it's in their genes, I guess -
on board the disappointment bus.

Snow is surely forecast -
this rain isn't frozen yet,
everything's so wet
misting gray the view,
beyond the disappointment bus.

Just a week 'til Christmas,
gearing for a new year,
braking, taking aim
through treacherous terrain
aboard the disappointment bus.

Glen Wheeler
December, 1994