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016. 151 (northbound)
by John Herzog
your limbs trembling towers
your breath a lonely cloud against the charcoal sky,
cold is the night
while you await the northbound bus home
but it always comes
01/18/2018
Author's Note: CTA, bus route 151 (northbound).
Posted on 01/18/2018
Copyright © 2024 John Herzog
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/19/18 at 01:00 AM "your breath a lonely cloud" - what a great line, it just makes me shiver. Even the title with "north" in it makes me think winter at this time of year. Few lines that convey a lot of information. |
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