orgami's Diaryland Diary

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chilled days and city buses

Friday night
the lake is frozen
a vast white thing
that is almost alive
the islands waver
in the sun
they float like they
do in summer
in the heat

the forest on the
islands are dark and
are a mystery to me
they are a thin
layer
hiding the sun at
dusk

at night waiting for
the 5N Pinewood
the marine beacon
almost on the other
side of the lake
winks on and off
and I watch it as i
sit and shiver
on the plastic
benches

people on the bus
people in the shelter
standing smoking
sitting walking
down from the main
street to catch one
of the many buses
that run their
routes

the turn of the big
black wheel
the growl of the
diesel in the back
flickering lights
city slips past
outside the cold
feel of the glass

..O..

7:15 p.m. - 2006-12-08

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