“Last Bus” by Lynn Tudor Deming
after Emily Dickinson
He’s going to take you now.
He’s going to slow down,
And you guess it’s the last time
You’ll ever have to wait, clutching
Your jacket. Much closer than seemed
Possible–suddenly its dark hulk looms up–
Now it’s your bus, like so many you
Fidgeted for in the thickening dusk.
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Lynn Tudor Deming’s Artist Statement: Lynn’s chapbook, “Heady Rubbish,” was selected by Robert Pinsky for the Philbrick Poetry Prize in 2005. In 2014 she was a semi-finalist in the Crab Orchard First Book Contest. Her work has appeared in numerous journals, including Atlanta Review, Bellingham Review, and New South. In 2015 she was awarded an International Publication Prize by Atlanta Review, and was a 2014 finalist in the 49th Parallel Award for Poetry. She was also national runner-up in the 2011 Cape Cod National Poetry Competition (judge Gerald Stern). Other honors include a residency at the Atlantic Center for the Arts, and two commendations in the Gregory O’Donoghue International Poetry Competition. She holds a doctorate in clinical psychology and currently lives in Connecticut with her cat Billy.
