Drove by a bus stop once a very long time ago


The bus stop

Vacant Madonna and crying child in silent waiting.
Old man, shoes worn, in resigned isolation.
Stolid acceptance in his eyes.
Students in colors with strident
Movements in studied nonchalance.
Man, lunch box under a torn jacketed dirt polished arm;
smokes mechanically,
Drift wood and flotsam.
unseen, unwanted in the rain.
Invisibly portraited in white noised traffic.




Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-12-28 at 23:53

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shells
You see the unseen beautifully. Happy New Year to you.
2018-12-31


Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Supremely well done, keenly observed, articulated in crisp language. Glad to have read.

Happy New Year!
2018-12-30


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Great imagery here and wonderful use of language. The flotsam analogy works so well.
2018-12-30


Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
This is alive with imagery. It’s moves emotionally as well. So many lives converge even as the flotsam and the driftwood gather there too.
Thank you for sharing.
2018-12-29