Cross Currents

​Sonnet no. 1 “The bus broke down”

Mansfield

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The bus broke down in Middletown tonight
My face is set in a forever frown
We lost the meet but we put up a fight
For coach is foolish and a total clown.
We boarded tired longing for our beds
For Mercy best us one-oh-two sub twelve
With water dripping from our drying heads
We pondered in the darkness as it fell.
Past sixty minutes later we are found
A bus was sent to take us on our way
But we are not allowed to make a sound
So whispers in the group chat we will say.
We should be cleared to come tomorrow late
But knowing our luck this is not our fate.
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  • SUBMIT
  • THE TEAM
  • WRITTEN WORK
    • POETRY
    • FICTION
  • VISUAL ART
    • PAINTINGS AND DRAWINGS
    • Sculpture
    • PHOTOGRAPHY
  • MUSIC
  • CONTESTS
    • UPCOMING CONTESTS
    • 2021 College Contest Winners
    • CONTEST WINNERS
  • ARCHIVES
    • Visual Art Archives
    • MUSIC ARCHIVES
    • Creative Writing
  • QUARANTINE ART
  • SOCIAL JUSTICE