Fast talkers
line the roadways,
moving at the speed of sound,
the sound of their own voices
bus riders, their lives,
time line chatted and charted,
awaiting departure, an unwilling collection,
waiting to transport theirs mouths,
moving at the speed of sound,
the sound of their own voices,
all peers, all seers,
in conversation with the invisible,
trusting the only one who has
their ear
their ears, ear ringed,
they hear the sounds
they want hear,
as they move together,
each all alone,
they move in unison,
moving at the speed of sound,
the sound of their own voices,
confident they will arrive in
on time, in an orderly fashion,
one bus, many voices,
all moving,
at the speed of sound,
the sound of their own voices
©NL022014
DWE
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
Fast talkers
line the roadways,
moving at the speed of sound,
the sound of their own voices
bus riders, their lives,
time line chatted and charted,
awaiting departure, an unwilling collection,
waiting to transport theirs mouths,
moving at the speed of sound,
the sound of their own voices,
all peers, all seers,
in conversation with the invisible,
trusting the only one who has
their ear
their ears, ear ringed,
they hear the sounds
they want hear,
as they move together,
each all alone,
they move in unison,
moving at the speed of sound,
the sound of their own voices,
confident they will arrive in
on time, in an orderly fashion,
one bus, many voices,
all moving,
at the speed of sound,
the sound of their own voices
©NL022014
DWE
Poem within a poem, one poet inspired the other fleshed it out as he takes more bus trips then I, is that not right, NL? And no you don't have to answer the question. Stay where your too, till I come where your at.
as a Newfoundlander said to me often, confused?
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