Dec 2012
Sunlight playing on my tapping foot
Wishing this bus could ride forever
The images seen through glass, flash and pass
Manifest into destination
And my stomach lurches
Butterflies for the past and future
Wishing this bus could ride forever
The images seen through glass, flash and pass
Manifest into destination
And my stomach lurches
Butterflies for the past and future
This poem is for a class I'm taking where we need to put our public out in the public and get feedback so any comments are appreciated! Thanks!
