Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Green Bus : a poem

The late bus and its light
Like a neuron dissolving into
Green and blurry haze 
Some light from alternate minds
Gathered on the late, late bus
And the woman in the blue coat
Inside this world staring at what?
The ruddy sun trying to hide
Behind nude trees
Thinking what?
Maybe a lonely thought
Just the faded impress
Of some hurt healed long ago
But still felt

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