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Sep. 25th, 2006 07:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
framlingemOn the way home there was
a half-empty bus
with bitty pieces of poetry on the walls;
a rush across a street,
cars unnoticing;
a garbage bag sprawled on the pavement,
like a ravaged-dead raven,
plastic feathers fluttering in the breeze.
(The day at work was good :) The way home, interesting.)
a half-empty bus
with bitty pieces of poetry on the walls;
a rush across a street,
cars unnoticing;
a garbage bag sprawled on the pavement,
like a ravaged-dead raven,
plastic feathers fluttering in the breeze.
(The day at work was good :) The way home, interesting.)
