Mist

JOHN DOS PASSOS

THE bus is a green elephant to each pair of lovers that jolts up the drive.

The bus is a great green elephant that joggles them in a palanquin so that their legs touching thighs touching cheeks touching quiver to his galloping stride as he crashes his way through a scintillant jungle hung with huge luminous flowers where the tree trunks are snakes in the darkness balancing vast languorous coils blotched and spiralled with green and purple and crimson filling their cars with a hissing of kisses.

The bus is a green elephant to each pair of lovers.