On the bus: a poem

Summer heat out there,

skin steaming under the kiss of conditioned air

hard seat, shoulders touch

look out the window, wonder at how much

life is on the other side of this glass

the city breathes, struggles and then passes

breath fogs the pane

so many different cities, so much the same

the urban sprawl

so many faces, all

downcast, or beaming

somewhere a child is screaming

while another one is dreaming

everywhere life is teeming

separated but constantly interweaving

pull the cord,

stop the bus,

hiss, rock, doors fold open

the heat, heavy air embraces me as I step into life

 

 

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