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Nirvana

Written by: Sidney Lanier | Biography
 | Quotes (2) |
 not much chance,
completely cut loose from
purpose,
he was a young man
riding a bus
through North Carolina
on the wat to somewhere
and it began to snow
and the bus stopped 
at a little cafe
in the hills
and the passengers 
entered.
he sat at the counter with the others, he ordered and the food arived.
the meal was particularly good and the coffee.
the waitress was unlike the women he had known.
she was unaffected, there was a natural humor which came from her.
the fry cook said crazy things.
the dishwasher.
in back, laughed, a good clean pleasant laugh.
the young man watched the snow through the windows.
he wanted to stay in that cafe forever.
the curious feeling swam through him that everything was beautiful there, that it would always stay beautiful there.
then the bus driver told the passengers that it was time to board.
the young man thought, I'll just sit here, I'll just stay here.
but then he rose and followed the others into the bus.
he found his seat and looked at the cafe through the bus window.
then the bus moved off, down a curve, downward, out of the hills.
the young man looked straight foreward.
he heard the other passengers speaking of other things, or they were reading or attempting to sleep.
they had not noticed the magic.
the young man put his head to one side, closed his eyes, pretended to sleep.
there was nothing else to do- just to listen to the sound of the engine, the sound of the tires in the snow.



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