There has always been a bus
Changing but constant
Reflecting my setting

Buses were peppers
A pop at the end of my day
Thirty bored children and one angry adult
The noise supporting us

Buses are lighters
Useful and dangerous
Tired people on the verge of tears
Anti social yet so supportive

Buses will be crystals
The excitement of limited exploration in the air
Too jaded to be cynical
The support of a daydream