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Riding the Bus with M.
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Riding the Bus with M. |
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j0n4th4n Member
since 2003-03-11
Posts 94 |
When I was riding the bus on my own, sitting underneath fast skies, timeless, underneath the soft window-glass, I began to think about the journeys we often make together here, her and me; the bus rounding up endless, curvingly-steep corners, lifting heavily up the concrete slopes interchangeable in their similarity; the grass popping living-green or multicoloured (flowers?) round my eyes' corners; the touch, heavy like an embrace, of her hand onto mine. And in my mind these journeys now seem to become one; rides on the plastic cuboid creaking with mass, anticipation of kisses, hands, eyes, tongue, gliding in our inside, zig-zagging (but smoothly) upwards, like the bus, achieving ever greater height, swinging its great mass, its creaky, pendulous semi-hollow density, throwing its trailing load hillwards. |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
Great images. |
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J.Samm Member
since 2004-01-12
Posts 415Iloilo City, Philippines |
i liked how your words flow...made me look at the idea of riding a bus in a whole new light  |
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