Bread And Bus Poem by Hans Ostrom
Bread And Bus
Somebody is always,
always baking bread. It’s
been that way for thousands,
thousands of years.
Additionally, if life
is short, then there is
no such thing as
a long bus ride.
In conclusion, the bus
rolled onto a street
of shops, and we smelled
bread, baking; baking bread.
Copyright 2007 Hans Ostrom
Monday, May 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: food
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5/4/2024 4:53:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
nicely written factual poetry here, i like your point of view