More shorts
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On the bus
With two classmates:
one tiny, the other toxic;
We barrel our way to the top,
a wobble before a plonk, a
day after another
- bags know these backs,
but for now,
weightlessness.
--
At a stop
A deluge of indifference
pitter-pattering like nobody's business
subsumes the already weathered faces
of men and women in jackets,
hands in pockets, eyed-out sockets...
A man holds a tennis racket
he will not need this evening;
A cleaner looks across
the floor she was mopping;
And all is awash with the washing away.
A deluge of indifference
pitter-pattering like nobody's business
tacks white noise onto the soundtrack
of the day at a close, earpieces unwound,
the clouds frown - and I am out of nouns.
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