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Jan. 25th, 2026 06:28 pmPublic
Maybe today will be the day
that the bus waits for you
until you reach the stop, and
catch your breath in your hands again;
the day that the rain holds off
until you are aboard and the door
is closed on your tail;
that someone offers you the seat
without you asking or walking
further than you can walk;
and all the schoolchildren
have remembered their headphones,
and no one is talking out loud on their phone,
and the street is empty of cars
and the bus driver is swift and smooth
and there's no potholes in sight
and a dog comes and places her tender nose
against the curled claw of your hand
and tells you with her soft sigh
what no one else on this bus can:
for now everything is all right.
Maybe today will be the day
that the bus waits for you
until you reach the stop, and
catch your breath in your hands again;
the day that the rain holds off
until you are aboard and the door
is closed on your tail;
that someone offers you the seat
without you asking or walking
further than you can walk;
and all the schoolchildren
have remembered their headphones,
and no one is talking out loud on their phone,
and the street is empty of cars
and the bus driver is swift and smooth
and there's no potholes in sight
and a dog comes and places her tender nose
against the curled claw of your hand
and tells you with her soft sigh
what no one else on this bus can:
for now everything is all right.