Bus Stop
Cold
shivers
taunt my spine,
chattering teeth
count winter’s cadence
as I await sunrise
watching the high wire sparrows
swaying in the frigid breezes.
Headlights pick their way through swirling snow.
The school bus driver scowls as we linger.
©2/15/2022
E Forms – Etheree – Poetry Contest
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2022
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