Drove by a bus stop once a very long time ago
Old man, shoes worn, in resigned isolation.
Stolid acceptance in his eyes.
Students in colors with strident
Movements in studied nonchalance.
Man, lunch box under a torn jacketed dirt polished arm;
smokes mechanically,
Drift wood and flotsam.
unseen, unwanted in the rain.
Invisibly portraited in white noised traffic.
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2018-12-28 at 23:53
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The bus stop
Vacant Madonna and crying child in silent waiting.Old man, shoes worn, in resigned isolation.
Stolid acceptance in his eyes.
Students in colors with strident
Movements in studied nonchalance.
Man, lunch box under a torn jacketed dirt polished arm;
smokes mechanically,
Drift wood and flotsam.
unseen, unwanted in the rain.
Invisibly portraited in white noised traffic.
Poetry by josephus
Read 546 times
Written on 2018-12-28 at 23:53
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