Monday, April 21, 2014

here is a man in his fifties
whose fondness is to ride a bus to
a long journey
(ten hours he says)
where he chooses a seat beside
a woman with a heavily tinted glass
and wearing a bandana
with red lips and curly black hair
and in that long trip
when everyone is tired and fast
asleep
the beautiful woman rests her
head on his shoulders and
finally on his chest
and what satisfies him most is
the memory that
once when he was eighteen and
rode that past bus
toward love and life.

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