Sending off a package Greyhound Express,
I congratulated myself to have remembered
this is the cheapest way to send things,
then wandered through the outdoor
waiting area of the Bus Depot
in search of a door that would
lead inside to the Men's Room.
My breathing went shallow
as I picked my way
among stooped-over travelers,
'lowest of the low',
almost like a refugee
camp or a leper colony —
their only real affront being
they can't afford
more upscale means
of getting where they need to go.
Max, Another fascinating 'slice of life' about the haves and have nots, written with great clarity. Glad to have found your work. I love it. Alison XXX
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A beautiful image of the common, mean people: a picture of the packed up busy life comes out evidently which your pen had depicted nicely. Praise-worthy