Bus poems

By Pan Edward


Take me where I need to go, that

 place only you and I know.

Move with me through bus,

 through train.

Let’s run to front seats and

 laugh at


With our sweaty digits clutching

 crumpled tickets.


 here, past picket fence

and families- let’s make sense

of ourselves and




 common lights which we leave


only now an afterthought in

 my mind.

Run with me to somewhere new

somewhere we can view

just each other.


and maybe feel


rather than suffer.


Photograph: Aurelijus Valeisa, via Flickr and Creative Commons

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