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What is special about a bus ride
soon makes itself evident:
with a hiss the doors swing wide,
the Oyster swipe, the vacant
Seat a theatre experience,
scansion of faces and figures;
low gates of knees moved thence,
worst proving of the rigors.
Once you've found a slot,
the tangential contact
of arm or thigh, like it or not,
suspicion arouses; skins retract
Ever so unnoticeably; the eyes
in roller-skating mode
over the obstacles, smooth as lies
in this courtroom of the road.
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