This is where buses sleep

November 26th, 2013, 5am

It’s 3:45am and my body is somewhere else looking forward to lunch. The gate is still closed.

They begin to rouse themselves around 5 and as the morning traffic picks up the cricket chirps of a whistle usher them into the street for their daily rounds.

Later, they will return and roost like the crow calling in the distance. This is where buses sleep while I cannot.

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Michael Silva

a somewhat undisciplined existence.

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