I’m on the bus in Mont-Dauphin

young sunburned boys are looking at sunburned girls

with low cut tops and tan marks on their thighs

taking the overnight Intercités train

where sleep is found in drizzling dots of lights and darkness

interspersed with wolves

Perpignan, Marquixanes, no stop beckons

but memories pile, like popping candy

fizzes in your mouth just long enough

to remind you how you once felt

in your own brand of youth

dirty and wide-eyed from the road

anticipating wonder

19 Replies to “Anticipating wonder”

  1. The ‘interspersed with wolves is a surprising line and it fits somehow. I like your memories, the dirt is something we need reminding of. It often gets left out.

  2. Damn, this is tight, Candy.

    Love this, so much:
    “where sleep is found in drizzling dots of lights and darkness
    interspersed with wolves”

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