Bus to Work
You sit and think upon the day
Misted windows obscures your view
Engine rumbles beneath your seat
The bell rings shrill across your nerves
Shift slightly on too hard a seat
Stare numbly at blurred nothing
Posted: Thursday, June 11th, 2015 @ 8:32 pm
Categories: Poems.
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