From the 345 by Richard VinceSitting on the bus, I see
A patch of beauty
I look through the window
And there she is
The girl with the dreads
Sweeping hair
She wears the black baggy T shirt
Which generally adorns employees
Of hairdressers' shops
She looked at me!
I swear she did
As she sat on purple velvet
To take a rest
Or did she simply look
At the world outside
And wonder
What am I doing here?
08/23/2000 Posted on 03/20/2006 Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
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