Barn Trippin'

By A.E. Bayne

In a barn upstate
the Technicolor bus demands, "Further!"
Motionless and confined by time,
yet timeless.
Bold paint splatteredlike a Pollock original,
with years of hay mold and rat printsand dust fairies
fallen deadupon its promises of freedom's ecstasies.
Sunlight through the mud-caked window
threatens to stir them to life,
but none respire in the even solitude.
A merry bus, overhauled,
its silence ever more profound.