Only Between Stops

Her sunglasses are too big for her face,

like she was keeping her expression a secret

and while I try not to look

I still wonder what she looks like.

Someone tailgated by sadness

and sideswiped by sunlight.

Her body shimmers

with the shaking bus

until all that’s left is an empty blue seat

waiting for reincarnation.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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