As In Poem by Kirila Cvetkovska
As In
As the sunbeam hits your face.
As too many breaths hidden behind a bus seat.
As a glance through the bus window
in early mornings of border control.
As a customs officer with a suspicious gaze.
As a passport photo that no longer resembles your phase.
Go catch a glimpse shivering in no man's maze.
Sleeping in parking lots with the bus drivers
and with a reverie to erase.
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4/23/2024 10:07:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
As a glance through the bus window you have brilliantly presented your perception. Wise drafting is shared here.10