POEM
Bus Diary II
Waiting and yearning and questioning at the bus station
Published in
Jun 26, 2024
Waiting at the bus station,
lingering is my feet around the corners,
the bus has me waiting for hours,
enshrouded by cloths of rain,
and I start to think:
Would I be any good?
Would I be any good?
Would I be any good that fits?
Would I be any kind?
Would I be any kind?
Would I be any kind you need?
It gets louder and louder with each raindrop
merging its existence into one big flood of
collective consciousness.
