Odd Directions
I fall in love
Every time
I take the bus,
Watching these
Beautiful strangers
Stroll on
Or depart,
And find myself torn
In odd directions
Between old-fashioned notions
Of gentlemanly courting,
Liberal dreams
Of free loving
And instinct
Compounded by
The shuddering seats.
Every time
I take the bus,
Watching these
Beautiful strangers
Stroll on
Or depart,
And find myself torn
In odd directions
Between old-fashioned notions
Of gentlemanly courting,
Liberal dreams
Of free loving
And instinct
Compounded by
The shuddering seats.
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