An Amish Girl In The Detroit Greyhound Station

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I used to see amish people on my greyhound trips home from college all the time. And at my current age i suppose i’m reckoning with what it means to be an adult.

Submitted: August 16, 2018

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Submitted: August 16, 2018



An Amish Girl In a Detroit Greyhound Station


A diesel rapture, with rancor upon deliverance

Liquid bones slump after elongated rattle

Praying for insect tomorrow.

The small and devilish holes are ever present

No numbness from the unwashed metal 

All connected and spread out as far as possible.

It’s midnight at Detroit’s Greyhound station

And the little Amish girl does not creak in her seat 


The drug dealer by the door sneaks curious glimpses

The mother and father don’t speak

She with resolute posture

He a slovenly sloucher

The child looks at the black polka dots of ancient chewing gum on the sidewalk

Curious and forbearing

She looks from formerly sticky floor to the currently sticky floor beneath her

Isn’t it funny how a child’s feet float

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