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 at Fig.

When will all doors open?

The outside world passes

and from the bus into the darkness he stepped,

but time did not slow for traffic – on Fairfax.

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