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POEM: Bus to Nowhere

I listened to two girls tell kiss-kill tales

on a bus to I know not where.

They seemed easy breezy

in the way of those who know

where they are going.

But destination wasn’t in the bus’s program.

It was built to circle eternity,

letting the eager stew in endless moments.

A chill — the big chill — lost in a default mode.

Still, I could have followed their stories forever,

but for the skip every time the bus hit that pothole.

Cluing me in that they weren’t.


  1. This was such an intriguing piece!
    Looking forward to reading more from you! ❤

    Liked by 1 person

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