Bus shelter

Bus shelter stood with holes of eyes
Open to a sky that held possibilities

Of rows of stars on moonless nights.
The shelter did not care for bus dust

Coming from the horizon on a wind.
Right , the bus conductor would say

Glamorously, his leather square bag
Hanging loosely with ticket moneys.

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