It was like riding the bus to the airport on your way to fly home and catching a glimpse, through trees, of a parking lot covered with an endless expanse of cream-colored taxis.
It was like experiencing the moment as cinematic, the way the bus rises slowly on its ramp, and the leafy trees part slowly and enticingly to reveal the endless expanse of cream-colored taxis.
It was like gazing down on the expanse of cream-colored taxis, and then glancing out at the airport, and then at the inside of the bus, with its permanent tableau of nervous travelers and precarious luggage sculptures.
It was like glancing at all the tableaux of permanent transitoriness and feeling yourself glide off the bus as if on a conveyer belt taking you home — via bus and airplane, though you have a thing for cream-colored taxis.
Donna Stonecipher is the author of three books of poems, most recently The Cosmopolitan (2008, winner of the National Poetry Series). A fourth, Model City, is forthcoming from Shearsman in 2015. She lives in Berlin.