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I see them Opposite me On the long bus Holding each other And me? I’m holding my sandwich That I made this morning. With cold meat and mustard One bite. It tastes good. And again I stare At them Sitting and holding One another. She holds him Lays her head on his shoulder Secure in his large body. And he sits And looks in her hair She is the one who Makes him secure She is the root that Connects him to The world. To life. They sit Embraced In love. And me? I’m holding my sandwich. A few more bites it will be over And I will have nothing left. How did you like this text? You have to be logged on to be able to rate and comment. Logon or Register , it won't take up more than 10 seconds of your time. Rating   Current rating is: 4,8 4 readers have rated this text Author's description Sitting on the bus, I make a comparison. Comments Ghost Writer, 29 June 2006: Reminds me of lunch back in high school. I’d be sitting on a bench eating, just watching the pretty girls walk along. sara khan, 28 June 2006: Very poignant loved it ...so true.. five stars and keep it up Scot Savage, 28 June 2006: Makes me hungry just reading it. Stephen Shearer, 28 June 2006: Excellent verse. An apt observation on the mundane in life made glorious. |
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