you are travelling
with a large group of people
guilt by association
idiocy by proxy
it’s simple math
in any large group
you are going to have
a Larry, a Curly, a Moe
the average age on our bus of fifty
is fifty, or more
plenty of years to hone idiosyncrasy
no one is worse than any other
just louder or more devious
or more out of place
my seat mate and life partner
we are not immune
we have our own silliness
our own aging flaws
our tourist bus magically
arrives at our next destination
our group spills out
like wilted flowers
searching for a stream
Michael Dennis
http://michaeldennispoet.blogspot.ca
Peterborough Poets 