Eliot Bukowski

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The Trip On The Full Bus

As I pass,
I watch horses on shelterless fields,
patchworked clouds mirroring the land.
the land, green, confounding the absence of water,
distant hills, grey beneath light rain,
dust-coloured pillows occasionally yield
to encroaching blue-patched sky.
I look down at the shaking of my hands.

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