Thursday, October 30, 2008


The bus at the stop
very late in the morning cools off
in the sun.

The vacant seats
still under the strain of travels
made to and fro.

The window panes
in silent quakes.

The lights all out
the spirit all spent
this phantom of the road
lies for a while

again in the night
to go up the hill
to come down the hill

like Sisyphus of old.

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