Care crossing my path
One-seventy-four?
Laughing, taking seat
Next to driver's door.
The scent of a dress
Swished daily at four
Heavenly body
For few minutes more.
Come to my eyes once
Stay minute or two
It's enough for me
I might have a clue.
Be as I saw you
In colourful dress
What I may see thru
It's my only guess.
The chances are slim
After passing time...
Having fingers crossed
Betting lot of dime.
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Author:
J-Bee (
Offline) - Published: March 18th, 2023 23:57
- Comment from author about the poem: 174 is a number of the bus but I transfered it to a woman I saw few times traveling on it.
- Category: Surrealist
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