Poems · poetry

“Bus Riding”

“Pole Position II” ©️C.P. Hickey 2019

“Bus Riding”

Is it fare?

No, really is it fair?

Bus riding folks,

Commute shares.

Empty seats,

Sticky floor.

I feel as if,

I’ve rode before.

Start and stop,

Call bell rings.

Shopping carts,

Stroller things.

Missed my stop,

Traffic jam.

Late for work,

That’s who I am.

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