Sunday
6:20pm
6296 to Rochester
My life is being spent
on a Greyhound.
Live to stare, immobile
out the window,
watching scenery bumb by.
I follow the power lines,
the asphalt road-
road of the wanderer
with no place i call home-
always in a state of transition.
i no longer have a notebook-
only scraps of paper to record
receding thoughts, impractical
fleeting images in memory
like billboards altered with graffiti
the 6296 to Rochester
is pulling out of the station
onto the endless black strips.
My movement adheres to the push and pull
of different cities,
as natural as the ocean tide.
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