Ode to a Shuttle Man

One September night
on a crisp
fall dusk
I was standing there
waiting

for the shuttle.

He wore a cap
and had a book
Chaucer, I think
it was
that night as we waited

for the shuttle.

After twenty minutes
of college woo-ing
we found that we were both
English majors
O! Alas for that--
that night
as we rode

on the shuttle.

Harken, O!
Lad, who asked me
for my number that night
who did not know
my heart was tied

as we rode on the shuttle

Now I am free
to do as I please

Shuttle man.

You were there
and so was I
that night
under
that September sky

as we rode and laughed

just the two of us

on the shuttle.

If you find this
and still
have that night
in your mind

find

me.

And we can wait

and board the shuttle.

Comments

[Claire]

so poetic, so romantic Jules...love it!

[foreshadowing a breakdown]

so like loyola.

waiting for the

shuttle in the snow.

romantic, this is.

hopefully, that guy didn't kill himself.