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Out there, far past rail road tracks and turnpikes
A winding space that roils and roams and runs free.
No blocks or segregations, just
Green.
One single bus
A lone driver
Empty bus stop
Moon shines brightly
Footfalls clicking
Worn-out lady
Eyelids drooping
Yawn coming on
Bag drags along
