micahs face
mikeys words
peace with my grade
they went with my
bus ride feeling today.
Sunny and bright and dry.
Dusty roads and rocks.
baked Barren gas stations
alined with scraggly
grass clippings
a fringe of disguarded
coffee cups and dandelion weeds
about
An aboudence of ashy skyline,
light grey at the bottem
but blue in the dome.
My bumps and stomach tilting
waves going up and down, passing
cars while swurving safety
potholes are my favorit.
buzz with wholesome feel
bake and brann and full.
i was carried
and lulled
by the rhythems
and could feel
it like a vibration bigger
and longer than my whole body
entering through the seat and
moving me with its great motions.
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