Today, the bus smelled like piss.
The downcast clouds hovered over the bus stop
As if warning me of the impending attack.
And like I usually do,
I ignored the signs.
The ache in my bones, the weariness under my eyes, the ever prevalent drag in my feet-
All to catch up to me because I stopped,
My breath taken away,
Because the bus smelled like piss this morning.
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A Sea Shore Still Has Pebbles
PoetryA collection of poems I've written through the years and am still writing.
