Tag: bus stop
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Just a Thought: Opportunity
You have the look of a weathered man standing at a bus stop with no particular place to go but every opportunity waiting with open arms to greet you. Love always, Ayesha
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Missing
He’s missing again NO calls NO text Only emptiness Hangs in the void He’s been MIA Since he was a little boy Days turned to nights And nights turned to days Weeks at a time combined into months Months turned into years Sometimes, I would look for him In the highways and byways Of cities…
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Steel Toes
The snow falls like crumpled pieces of off white construction paper On a frigid landscape of charcoal concrete and yellow dashes At the bus stop bench sits a gray haired man In a tan, burly coat smoking a cigarette with a withered hand It has seen the passage of time Held doors open for lovers,…
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