“City Bus” by Ley Wire

I ride the city bus
with strangers – strange as me.
We’ve nothing to discuss,
we sit there quietly.
The wheels beneath us
purr as they roll,
they hum a melody
of Industry
and Soul.

The Homeless, the Well-Dressed
The Young, and Elderly
Hip Cats, Top Hats, and me.
We sit silently,
listen as we roll
to the humming, purring, drumming
that’s coming from below.

I ride the city bus
every single night –
there’s no need to fuss,
it gets me home alright.
The bus exhales poetry,
in its gentle sigh,
we ride in darkness,
the driver and I.

The night cries,
the bus sighs,
we sit silently.
We listen as we roll
to the humming, purring, drumming
that’s coming from below.

Ley Wire is a Wisconsin native, poet, children’s book author and fan of all things quirky. When Ley is not writing she enjoys long bike rides through the country and hanging out with her eight, rambunctious kids. For updates on her upcoming projects, visit leywire.com

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