Bus

Bus

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier

Bus

 

 

Sitting in

cool reflections,

testing the warmth

of the sun,

downtown.

 

Optimistic,

as the birds

feed on the trash

in the streets,

on Front street.

 

A bus voucher

in dirty hands.

 

Willing to race traffic,

the breaking

of the back;

hard work

means hard cash.

 

And the bus

is running late.

© 2010 Abigale LeCavalier


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isn't that always the way . . . but be a few seconds late getting there and that bus driver is bound to be early . . . I liked this, simple, but not. It's the kinda poetry that everyone no matter there age or understanding can take something away from.

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Added on September 2, 2009
Last Updated on August 30, 2010
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