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Bus Through Oshawa
I ride the 403 bus
Home from work
The vibration of cheap plastic seats
Like magic fingers
In an old motel
Two girls get on
And ride the bus like tourists ride a Manhattan subway
With their arms clinging to poles
Despite the bus being half empty
They don’t want to sit next to the three hundred pound welfare case in sweat pants
Or any of the men who are nothing but long beards and work boots.
They stare out the window
Their faces placid masks concealing
A longing
One that only those who’ve stayed in one place their whole lives can understand
A memory of this town as it once was
If not better
Younger
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