Ramón Cote Baraibar
POEM REMEMBERING CARL SANDBURG - Poem by Ramón Cote Baraibar
a bus with thin green lines
passed by thirteenth street,
fallen into disorder,
like the socks of girls
coming out of school.
It went by with the wind
singing all along
a song of laughter,
of hurried and spontaneous fleetingness.
It was the sweetest sound
you could ever hear
at two o'clock in the afternoon.
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