months since last eye writ, your eyes most likely have never crossed mine. still inhabit the buststops, now called bus shelters though they are not a "shelter in place" place, but a crossroads where the poor and rich, the youthful and the nearer-to-god-than-thee sit bearer nearer to each other when they reside in the equality of the moments that are globally know as
"waiting for the bus"
or as
"waiting for Godot".
eyes have seen buses in Rio and Delhi that carried livestock and more humans on the exterior than the interior.
but mine eyes are in a slow fade away mode, dimming in a final
sun setting so u are needed.
give me your bus stories yearning to he free and I will give you
my imagined ones
for are not all bustop poems are imaginary?
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 1:23 PM UTC
months since last eye writ, your eyes most likely have never crossed mine. still inhabit the buststops, now called bus shelters though they are not a "shelter in place" place, but a crossroads where the poor and rich, the youthful and the nearer-to-god-than-thee sit bearer nearer to each other when they reside in the equality of the moments that are globally know as
"waiting for the bus"
or as
"waiting for Godot".
eyes have seen buses in Rio and Delhi that carried livestock and more humans on the exterior than the interior.
but mine eyes are in a slow fade away mode, dimming in a final
sun setting so u are needed.
give me your bus stories yearning to he free and I will give you
my imagined ones
for are not all bustop poems are imaginary?
