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The stop keeps the warmth of a bus that is already gone. Its red squares shrink at the turn. I had one foot ready. Now both shoes are on the pavement. The timetable offers no new answer. Rain gathers in its plastic seam. I pull my collar loose. The first block takes too long. At the next corner, my breath finds the pace before I do. No seat comes to meet me. No engine waits at the curb. The road keeps opening, block by block.
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Last Bus Gone I hit the stop at a run One hand high in the road The driver never turns his head The coins dig into my hand Last bus gone I'll go on my own Last bus gone I'll go on my own I kick the heel of my shoe Against the leg of the seat The timetable rattles in its case I lean in close and read A station arrow down the road Two lamps beyond the bend I shove the coins back in my coat And turn towards the lamps Last bus gone I'll go on my own Last bus gone I'll go on my own My fist is full of jacket cloth I smooth it with my palm I push my shoulder through the wind At the open end of the shelter Last bus gone I'll go on my own Last bus gone I'll go on my own I pass the empty seat I take the station road
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