Walking to School, 1964
|April 19, 2012|
by David Wojahn
Blurring the window, the snowflakes’ numb white lanterns.
She’s brewed her coffee, in the bathroom sprays cologne
And sets her lipstick upright on the sink.
The door ajar, I glimpse the yellow slip,
The rose-colored birthmark on her shoulder.
Then she’s dressed—the pillbox hat and ersatz fur,
And I’m dressed too, mummified in stocking cap
And scarves, and I walk her to the bus stop
Where she’ll leave me for my own walk to school,
Where she’ll board the bus that zigzags to St. Paul
As I watch her at the window, the paperback
Romance already open on her lap,
The bus laboring off into snow, her good-bye kiss
Still startling my cheek with lipstick trace.
American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©1990 by David Wojahn, whose most recent book of poems is “Interrogation Palace: New and Selected Poems 1982-2004,” University of Pittsburgh Press, 2006. “Walking to School, 1964″ is from the longer poem “White Lanterns,” printed in “Poetry,” Vol. 157, 1990, by permission of David Wojahn and the publisher.
About the Author:
David Wojahn is an American poet who teaches poetry in the Department of English at Virginia Commonwealth University.
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