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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...

Copyright © Ken Carroll | Year Posted 2013

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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 Login to Reply 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 :) Login to Reply Ken Carroll Date: 8/16/2013 1:06:00 PM Thank you Anne-Lise for visiting today.... regards, Ken...