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

 rain.

With our sweaty digits clutching

 crumpled tickets.

Leave

 here, past picket fence

and families- let’s make sense

of ourselves and

 one

 another.

Those

 common lights which we leave

behind

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