Bus Shelter

Photo by Samuel Foster

in winter you were too cold, the wind howling in your side;
in summer you were too hot, your metal heating until its touch burned
but you were always there, far enough from everything
that no one would ever know
I was seated on your too-narrow benches
or curled up in the corner on the floor
a book & the safety of being alone
clutched in my hands

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