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Lifeasapoet

4 works

Poetry

I saw you on the bus

I saw you on the bus. I never knew you, but I knew you when. When things were nice and quiet. If I could pile up all this crap into…

Poetry

i’m on bus again 090515

I’m on the bus again and when was the last time I saw you? When was that baby born? When did they develop such scorn – for me? We wait…

Poetry

i’m on bus again 092615

For your safety, watch your step and I’m on the bus again. And how deep is the sea? Where is the sky when you need something to look up to?…

Poetry

The Umbrella

The umbrella was a nice color. The people passed as they often do Uncertainty on every face as if to say; Will this rain ever end? The umbrella leaned on…