winter wrapped
in a blue grey morn
I stand
waiting for the light
to change
for the world as I know it
to pass
waiting almost
without eyes
cornered by another
morning rush
when heaven opens
in a smile
from a yellow bus
passing by
a child’s wave
from a frosty window
floods me with delight
his lips play
a soundless good-bye
as the bus turns
taking him to school
yellow bus, yellow bus
takes me too
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