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    Our bus broke rails.
    Rubber burnt unfurled
    raw slack escorted passengers
    hillside down
    each gravity fed drawn by moaning lurch
    atop, across, against, again.

    We end quiet slide tangled mess. Water
    pools in rivulets, phones glide further on.
    Sleepy eyed my seat mate gone forward or
    behind, belonging not to me swept by
    are shoes not hers but theirs.

  • #2
    I love this slice of life moment. Colorfully written.

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    • #3
      SynchroSk8te, your unique poem Belongings, so well expressed, is to me haunting and unforgettable. And I agree with what Sister Greed has written. Thank you! Monica

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      • #4
        Thank you ! I am finding so much to read in RhymeZone and absorb and it is very lovely to read your kind comments. Enjoy your days!

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