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Riding the City Bus

Today I ride the city bus the vast bowl of Biloxi spreading out on horizon mannequins in windows homeless people babbling... Maybe life is like riding a bus God is the driver I am the passenger... Perhaps I could have ridden the bus with Rosa Parks sit in the front by her.. If I had ridden with Rosa Parks I would have thanked her for sitting next to me for thinking of me... On the city bus you can be anyone a Taliban terrorist taking the bus into town.. I am anyone on the bus I know deep down inside I am no one going nowhere while children outside ride broken back bicycles In the empty mall parking lot...

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 8/16/2013 2:34:00 PM

Hi Kenneth, I am not one to ride the bus. I like this poem.. Makes me think if God could ever be one of us? and how can you say you are a no one... Not an exciting bus ride.. that is one big feeling, ----In the empty mall parking lot... always a fan... xox~ LINDA

Ken Carroll
Date: 8/16/2013 2:43:00 PM

Thank you Linda for your kind comments..The no one line was meant to be taken as a sense of being anonymous on the bus.. Besos, Ken

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 8/16/2013 1:01:00 PM

- A long and exciting bus ride .... life ... - Well written, Kenneth !! - Have a restful and enjoyable weekend. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

Ken Carroll
Date: 8/16/2013 1:06:00 PM

Thank you Anne-Lise for visiting today.... regards, Ken...