Friday, 27 February 2015

Bus stop

I boarded the 94 home
standing room only by then
full of students from night classes
eastbound on Whyte it careened along
then suddenly lurched
brakes full on
the driver honking his horn
those of us standing struggled to stay upright
someone let out a little yell
and then there were smiles and laughter
a young guy in the seat next to where I was standing rang the bell
as he stood to get off he whispered to me
'that was weird'
and in a kinda lovely mundane way
it was

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