Here is the first bus poem, decided these will be unedited poems
he lightly kissed the heads of three children
tucked into wooden framed beds he built
before he would head into the darkened day
hes been here before,
surrounded but alone
wedding ring feeling misplaced on left hand ring finger,
and bus of early morning commuters watch him play content
crossword puzzless done in pen
beanies on heads to hide the cold
big hands take backpacks, wide backs give rides to small kids
tying him to this life while he thinks ' i could've been big'
slips off his wedding band, opens a magazine with his left hand and feels relief
when ladies smile he feels seen
not stuck with thinking 'this is life for me'
stopping to greet the woman in the high heeled shoe
he exists the bus daily to sit in a room selling things to people who would'nt know what to do with the product
another hiccup in society
dreams crushed under the rest of life's necessities
its demanding 'feed me' needs leaving him hungry and empty for the filling
bent on knees pleading for a break
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