Temple of the Road Gods
You drive like that, red pickup,
Pushing until someone lets you in
But it’s bad luck to cut off a bus
A rolling receptacle of good or bad will
The bus driver is a keeper of karma
Shaking his arm, shouting the prayer of anger.
He’s blowing the mobile temple bell
A giant loaf of bread with olive wheels
The offering to the transportation gods
Don’t stop in the bus stop, pickup – keep moving.
Written by Marcy Erb of Illustrated Poetry