Waiting for the bus.
A bumper sticker. Near by says” think good thoughts”. That wasn’t my reaction.
The pear tree is always there no mater how many trucks trim the branches. It’s buds are swelling, even with a wind chill of 35.
On the bus now,wondering how long I can hit the proper key. All the roads are being worked on. All the roads leading in and out of Lancaster. There is no smooth ride.
It’s march now,and that alone is a relief.
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We barrel by Amish farms under a smooth cold looking cloud mass.
The only time I like to see the back of the bus, when I arrive.
I have arrived to work. To greenhouse filled with perennial liners. Waiting to go all across the country. and about a dozen people with their own issues, and troubles. goal now? go say hello to every one.