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Spring at a Bus Stop

Garbage spills out of the waste bin,
paper cups roll on the sidewalk,
the smell of decay, softened mud and
melted snow, cigarette butts
white against the brown grass –
cancer sticks.











(this poem is a work in progress - honest opinions are most welcome!)

©Shelley Marie
Written by Bowtruckled (Shelley Marie)
Published | Edited 6th May 2015
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