Riding The Bus

When riding the bus

no matter where

the inside of a bus 

always looks like the inside of a bus.

And everywhere outside, 

looks like the city. 

__________

Never a bus fancier than a bus,

Or a city more city-like than another city.

__________

A comforting sense of 

familiar uncomfort 

and 

the very frequent 

ungodly deceleration 

which never quite stops 

at the bus stop.

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