tyre

April 15, 2021

water wept down in streams
across the school bus windows
brown lines, following clear tears
blurring the world outside

remember looking outside
seeing the streetlamps
burst into starlight
as the light diffused through

remember the gravelly tires
crunch and shake at each stop,
shaking
those cold seats with no seat belts

remember, finally coming to a freeway
with effort the bus picks up speed
I watched cars pass around like rapid fish
around a slow tumbling stone

so many people pass that ive never known

I remember what it was like
to travel alone

80/100