Bus People

April 16, 2019

Bus people

really have a lot of time to think..

Weary, they are always on the brink

of knowing what's it's all about.

Bumping, heaving,

sleeve-to-sleeving

their way to work.

Yearning to be back in bed,

learning they are spiritually dead..

And all the while bumping

to the sounds of the streets outside.

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