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Poetry: On the Late Bus

ahead of me

on the late bus to Bristol

the woman leaned her head

upon the rain-smeared window

and surrendered herself to sleep

I was reading,

no, fighting through

a novel an ex had given me,

when grace feathered my hands

wisps of a ponytail,

the ends of ten golden inches,

kissed my book-cradling fingers

I held pose

as if meditating

until her awakening

-Tony Press, Right Hand Pointing

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