My teeth click
as the bus
bumps down
the dirt road
The mountains
are firmly pasted
below the clouds
the trees lose their
definition in the early
morning light
they appear to be
paper cutouts
very delicate
someone arranged the
clouds in streaks
and lumps
I watch the yawning
world through the dirt
in the window
it is morning on the bus
as the bus
bumps down
the dirt road
The mountains
are firmly pasted
below the clouds
the trees lose their
definition in the early
morning light
they appear to be
paper cutouts
very delicate
someone arranged the
clouds in streaks
and lumps
I watch the yawning
world through the dirt
in the window
it is morning on the bus
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zazu
Oct 22, 2020
I can definitely relate to the feeling of being up early and on the bus. I also loved the way you described the trees!
Zazu