The School Bus

limps down the prairie road

like a lost mammoth

children shed their schoolbooks

at the front step and sprint

for the dock, heads rising

to kiss the air that loves them

the motor boat choirs

are singing doo-wop tunes

and right here glaciers are melting

continents drifting apart

we are molting

we are coming home

and with a splash we announce

we are ready for another extinction