I was back at driving; on a bus.
A scheduled run,
from where and to where,
I had not a clue.
I have longed
to be back at driving
the dream made this;
impossible, I know.
Lost souls always
remain lost and
fitful after short
Mid Summer night's sleep.
Lost most of the trip
naked at the wheel,
I find life leaving me behind.
A bus stop on wheels.
Where will this next
long day lead?
To a slightly longer night
I plead.
WPCannon
Havana, Florida
23June2014
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