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Afloat

Buses allow you to float
amongst the soothing babble of streams of
consciousness shared, float
and share their dreams, release; woes pared

down with the calming chatter.
Cold rain batters the embracing cage but
breath condenses the chatter
and soothes the rage, group incandescent

in our shared release, the driver
takes responsibility away, we sit but
mindful only of our stop, Driver
says Goodbye, we're fit to face life, but

                                        prop-dropped.

- Simon Huggins, 19th February 2002