People surviving needing
warmth sitting like
little ducks under their
mothers wings
the bus symbolic
of movement and
life is
sometimes
a human coffin
for those barely alive
I respect the drivers
passengers glide to a job
those of us who are
homeless
remind them
how good they have it
People surviving needing
warmth sitting like
little ducks under their
mothers wings
the bus symbolic
of movement and
life is
sometimes
a human coffin
for those barely alive
I respect the drivers
passengers glide to a job
those of us who are
homeless
remind them
how good they have it