The Bus Ride
We were riders
on the stiff spine of time,
on a crowded bus, full of babies
and strangers bearing the faces of people
who we should have loved, and who
should have loved us in return.
Over the years a nameless driver
pumped the brakes to disgorge her unwilling riders.
Once we too raised our hands,
let ourselves be ushered out the door.
For reasons we no longer
…
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