The bus station is empty,
three hours to wait.
The girl behind the counter,
long black hair hanging in ringlets,
stares lazily as we approach.
"May I help you?"
The homeless man wanders in slowly,
takes a seat on the opposite
side of the room, facing the wall-
escapes through sleep.
Hours pass; would be travelers trickle in.
An addicted people-watcher,
I observe, intrigued.
A young...
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