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BUS RIDE AT SIX-O-CLOCK
August 23, 2013
stars like ashes light my eyes as i
lean my head on an imaginary shoulder, (sturdy as a boulder);
i peek through my sleepy lashes in time to see a blue gradient filter encompass the horizon, sunrise filtering through a criss-crossed window pane while i fall asleep again,
left-over laughter claiming my lips like i wish he would, softening the swollen edges of my eyes,
settling on his hilarious intensity.
small giggles bubble from their throats like sunshine as i lay immobile.
we are helpless to the day’s charms—
our burden-less joy is global.
© Kaitlin M., Vincent, OH
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