I wait for the bus
in the winter
hands cold
heart warm
back shivering
and the woman beside me
looks me in the eye
I emerge from the cold
understood.
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I wait for the bus
in the winter
hands cold
heart warm
back shivering
and the woman beside me
looks me in the eye
I emerge from the cold
understood.
To learn more about my 108 Poetry Challenge or to donate to the Young Adult Program CLICK HERE.