The children seem to be enjoying themselves. Iris then reappears and sends me on a field trip. I take about 30 children, accompanied by a group of parents. We spontaneously board a bus—that turns out to be an express. We try in vain to get off. Screaming and ringing the bell. We disembark miles from our destination.
We begin to walk back to school. The children wander into the street. I try to reach Iris by phone, but am unable to. “Help!” One by one, the parents leave. I am alone with the children, running from front to back of the line, attempting to move the kids on to the sidewalk. I fail, as the line snakes into traffic. Cars veer to avoid them. Finally, several kids are hit. An oncoming bus sends children flying. How will I report the incident? This is my main concern. I reflect back on myself, horrified. I wake up screaming, “KIDS!’’
..............(2 poems distilled from dream)
........................Childr
........................Middle of the road
........................Oncomi
........................Childr
........................Oncomi
.........................Inevit
........Pride
worm emerges
seduced by the sun
toyed with
swallowed by
.................blue jay squawking
.................breast thrust
punt return specialist
reaches goal
beats chest
sambas on opponent’s back
..................fifteen yard
....................penalty assessed
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