I am pushing through at 12:36 am to post this Doc. It is a short piece. An experimental piece because this is my first time using Windows Live Movie Maker to edit film. So here it is with nothing much else to say. Last note: When watching the film please put the volume way up because I was having technical difficulties with sound along the way.
This is a poem/narrative of the documentary
Wednesday a snowstorm with girth and attitude
Tumbled at our front and back doors
The precipitation encapsulating
The walk to the bus stop oiled with obligation.
Job, school, doctor's appointments,
And returning home to start all over again
This is the next morning
Thursday
A photograph in motion from a part of this bus' journey
The bottom of a hill in a mountain that faces another state
The bus hums one song.
Two people in cell phone conversations
The frantic rummaging through overstuff bags
With overdue bills and candy wrappers
Headphones bleeding Hip Hop and Salsa
This is a ceaseless melody with chords pushed on thick neon yellow strips.
A piercing ring that snaps the droning engine in our ear
It is a slow stretching of sun to create the east.
But we know what direction we are going
There is trust in this bus
There reliance in this driver
Because this everyday
The High School students got off five stops ago
Leaving a space for someone to lean their head
Against the Plexiglas windows and nap
One knows the rhythm in the road underneath the wheels
Route 9A is the path they will seek if ever
Bewildered at a crossroad
Written by LR Fraser 2/2010
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