BUS STOP

lightly now the breeze tired souls swaying at dusk

© elancharan
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4 thoughts on “BUS STOP

  1. The cigarette crushed by the toe of the boot; the day-old newspaper left folded on the cold metal seat; the chewed out stick of juicyfruit cramed into the under carriage of the seat’s ledge, the indifference of the driver as he folds open the door, the maw gaping open to receive its next destitute victims.

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