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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