Tuesday, November 10, 2009

My newest poem.

'Bus-Driver'

The elderly are usually on first name terms,
even though they come prepared.
The youth are often the ones to head directly upstairs and to the back,
forcing the extra need to be observed.

From his booth, there is no longer change given.
Conductors are growing scarce.
Baggage is now left at his side, no longer underneath the stairs,
which probably suits the elderly who don't like to see the camaraderie from where there can be found seats of one,
from where there can be found a seat of one.

Driving from terminal to terminal.

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