My favorite poem was "Boy, Waiting for a School Bus". The author did a good job describing the boy who waits for the bus in the cold morning everyday. I think we can all imagine the same feeling as the boy because we have waited for the bus once in the winter at least. I realized the end of every stanza, she ends with "waiting for a bus besides the road" or "dawn, a scattering of snow". I think the author uses unique language so the reader can easy to image the picture.
My favorite line of this poem is:
Hangover moon, knuckle in a glove worn through. A flock of geese, some frozen.
I still remember when I was waiting for the bus during winter, it was always dark outside and I could see the moon still from the night before.