the bus
is on time.
they gather like birds,
huddled
in the rain,
wings to their sides.
the air brakes
bring it to a halt.
a door flaps open.
they climb aboard
with their lives.
work
is down the road.
life is
going and coming.
the bus
is part of it.
Thursday, March 7, 2019
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