Janeen Pergrin

Leaving Our Mother of Good Counsel

Each flight was treacherous.
Smooth soled saddles slipping on every well-worn step.
We were wrestling with our coats
wedged by each others elbows and knees
while the sisters waited on the bottom step
reciting Quickly, children, quickly.
The mammoth wood doors were flung open
and out in the lot with their engines grumbling
the bus doors screeched Escape


The 2River View, 4.2 (Winter 2000)