The Five Fifty Nine
The five fifty nine bus
went roaming by
on route number nine.
Were you on it
I wonder
are you headed
for Toms River terminal
with guilt on your mind
or does the man your meeting
mean more then tears?
The bus has surely reached
West Creek by now
picking up passengers
on the way. Baleful
how like takes
its twist and turns-
steals the soul
away from another
The Holly bush, the sycamore
tree, the Rhododendron
stay steadfastly the same.
it is we who have changed
like the seasons.I am left
with sparse reasons to hope
except that the
five fifty nine
will return you tonight.
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