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Monday, December 3, 2012

Bus Stop By Donald Justice

lights are burning
in quiet rooms
where lives go on
resembling ours.
.
The quiet lives
that follow us-
These lives we lead
But do not own-
.
Stand in the rain
so quietly,
when we are gone,
so quietly.
.
And the last bus
comes letting dark
Umbrellas out-
Black flowers, black flowers.
.
And lives go on,
And lives go on
Like sudden lights
At street corners.
.
or Like the lights
In quiet rooms,
Left on for hours,
Burning, burning.

1 comment:

  1. love the idea of bus stops and the images the phrase has brought up.

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