Observation #3

Poem based on observations.

Light shone through the glass windows of the bus, 

and bumpy roads, tires hopping up about an inch 

Cramped seats with tired faces, done for the day, 

and music playing in few ears, including my own 

Snow on the ground outside of the confines of the bus, 

and I happen to be listening to "First Reactions After Falling Through The Ice" 

Coincidence, just the thought that sprang to mind, 

and I wait as the traffic slows down and then speeds back up

Every red stop sign on the way to a point of arrival, 

and then the bus comes to a halt, walk down the aisle 

And then get off.

Author's Note

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