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The Bus

Doors shut tight,
the bus 
pulls away from the rain

soaked station.

Ripened 
and weak,
the old man grabs

the handrail to catch his balance,

looking for a place to sit.


A young girl, dressed for

church, shouts past

fleeting trees toward the horses

huddled in the barn.


Veiled shades hide

her gruff brother

awkward and nervous

turning up the volume

on his radio.


Memories of the old

man’s adolescence 

smile at the children

too young to remember.

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