As I dwell on this long and lonely road


One everlasting mile away from home


You see me on the bench, jacket zipped


Book open in my lap, my head dipped


Poetry in motion,


Public transit locomotion


The birds screech their evening cries


You've seen it now, reader, as this poem slowly dies.

This poem is about: 
My community


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