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The bus - Sylvia Kingston

Bus

I run

it sits

like a cat

preening

glares at me

through slitted

yellow

eyes


bus

so close

I am flying

the last victim

marches on

bus

reminds me

it will always win

inching away

torturous

and it’s gone

I stand

alone

I have lost


late today


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