Saturday, June 30, 2012

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.

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