Wednesday, 18 December 2013


...and then I look up

I see clouds,
like they've been waiting for me,
I see river flowing,
A thread holding this valley together,
I hear the sound of tires,
A bus screeches to halt,
The driver shouts,
"Get in Kid."
"No, I'm fine."
I say staring at this man,
hanging out of the bus' door,
who is staring back at me,
As he jumps off the bus,
He walks along,
Joining my steps,
by step,
Then sometimes fast,
Sometimes slow,
He wants to say something,
I know
And then he asks,
"You're walking since?"
I say with a smile,
And ask with another
"And you're going till?"

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