i was looking
out the bus window
this morning
slightly hungover
after a late night
of fog machines,
free music, and
chance encounters;
woke up on
Jesse
& Linda's couch - ouch!
i was looking
out the bus window
hoping to find
...what?
even if i saw
a bag of gold
there'd be
nothing
i could do
about it -
just pull the string
and hope
i was looking
out the bus window,
saw people waking up
under a tree
shaking feeling
back into their
fingers.
before that
a dude in
bus shelter
sneaking sips
from an Icehouse
slipped in and out
of down jacket.
whatever it was
i was looking for
i didn't find it.
the sidewalks
were empty....
what a relief.
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