Peering into the distance.
Some straight and upright
Ears angled forward.
Others slouched against the pole,
Glancing around, lost
In our world of thoughts.
And work to be done the next day.
Then, we all stand to attention,
As the object comes into sight
Big, rectangular and full of space,
We crane our necks and
Squint our eyes
Intently.
In that moment, time slows down.
Memories and thoughts fade away
As the front comes into view.
Some snap to attention and
Perch smartly on the edges
Hands in salute,
Others resume their prior positions
And wait.
For their bus.
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