Bus People
Bus people really have a lot of time to think:
They are always on
the brink of realizing
what's going on.
Shoulder-to-shouldering
their way along each morning, wishing
they were back in bed, finding
they are spiritually dead and
all the while
bumping
to the sounds
of the streets outside.
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