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Transit

We meet every morning,
strangers
at the bus stop
Attempts to exchange words fail,
seem awkward.
The bus stop is no place for casual conversation with neighbours
Attention focused on speakers in your ears,
a phone,
the upcoming day
Day after day remaining strangers
Written by Trillium
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