Poetry Should Ride the Bus By Ruth Forman

poetry should hopscotch in a polka dot dress

wheel cartwheels

n hold your hand

when you walk past the yellow crack house

poetry should wear bright red lipstick

n practice kisses in the mirror

for all the fine young men with fades

shootin craps around the corner

poetry should dress in fine plum linen suits

n not be so educated that it don’t stop in

every now n then to sit on the porch

and talk about the comins and goins of the world

poetry should ride the bus

in a fat woman’s Safeway bag

between the greens n chicken wings

to be served with tuesday’s dinner

poetry should drop by a sweet potato pie

ask about the grandchildren

n sit through a whole photo album

on an orange plastic covered lazyboy with no place to go

poetry should sing red revolution love songs

that massage your scalp

and bring hope to your blood

when you think you’re too old to fight


poetry should whisper electric blue magic

all the years of your life

never forgettin to look you in the soul

every once in a while

n smile

From We Are The Young Magicians by Ruth Forman which was published in 1993 by Beacon Press.