A poem by Kevin Reid
They Said It Would Change School bus fare was a three penny piece, or as grown-ups would say, a thrupny bit. Kathy, the school bus conductress, the familiar bundles of brass coins in her verdigris hands. School rulers were wooden with black lines. Mrs. McCourt had a thing about pencil’s being sharp when used with a ruler. I couldn’t decide which side of the … Continue reading A poem by Kevin Reid