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public transit 2

i walk down the street
and imagine beneath me
people hurtling through space
in metal tin can
pretending to not notice
eachother

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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.

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