Duane Koukol: ‘The Bus Ride Home’
To the editor:
Four white horses, no busses.
Filled with the hardest working people!
And head leaders of our state —
Did not appear!
My grandsons stood on stage, the hot sun!
With their cousins on their backs!
Their home-made signs high in the air.
While leadership in air-conditioned offices, hid from above.
The rain clouds did show.
While the other side, I don’t know?
I wanted to hear something about clean coal!
My salt water bath-diagram-o-emissions, on the bottom of a box!
We huddled, wet and cold on the east porch
Of a building with a west, plywood window!
As black clouds did dump.
An answer from the Capitol, a leaky drip hits my head!
As I lay on the third step from the bottom.
Yes, Jerry, they were still warm.
From the east side?
Was it the warmth on my back or just time between storms?