Monday, August 24, 2015

Lost Poems: The Yellow School Bus

First Press Birthday Pansies_ Petunia 'Rainmaster' Subtle Pinks Wildfire_

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The Yellow School Bus

In elementary school, the big yellow school bus picked us up,
down on a quiet street, next to a big field.
We set our backpacks up in a line and
played in the field while our moms talked until the bus arrived.

In middle school, the yellow school bus picked us up,
it wasn't so big anymore,
just outside our neighborhood along a more trafficked avenue
and we grouped up and talked with our friends.
There weren't any moms anymore.

          One afternoon walking home from the bus stop
          Josh, Yvonne, TJ, and I got in a big water fight
                    in and around Josh's house,
          The girls were winning, Josh grabbed food
                    from the refrigerator in retaliation.
          I ran home with apple juice in my hair.

                    Josh's brother, Luke, hung himself in his garage five years later,
                    with red scratches on his neck from trying to stop the suffocation.
                    They built a wooden porch outside their front door but
                    no one comes to sit there anymore.

In high school, the bus picked kids up,
but it didn't come for me.
I walked alone.


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Pansies = thoughts, 'think of me'
Petunias = resentment, anger or never despair
Single Rose = simplicity; 'I still love you'
Tulips = fame and renown
     red... declaration of love
     striped... 'You have beautiful eyes'
     yellow... hopeless love

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Lost Poem: The Yellow School Bus written by Annette Larkin in the Spring of 2003.
Photographs taken by Annette Nelson in the Spring and Summer of 2015.

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References:
David Gray's album Lost Songs
Dave Matthew's song Gravedigger
Forget-Me-Not: A Floral Treasury written and researched by Pamela Todd
The Secret Language of Flowers: Rediscovering Traditional Meanings by Shane Connolly

with humble gratitude to...
Dr. Frederick Davis
Woodland Park Rose Garden
Roozengaarde
Him and Her and Me ... You know who you are.

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Listening to: Louisa Wendorff while I type this.


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