Second day
Once again in old seat; after years
Bus is same, path is same, passengers
Same faces, same actions, same manners.
TTC
Some asleep
Most made-up, and many hold coffee
Dresses, hairs and legs; I love shoes
They speak.
Leather some
Shiny rare and mostly sneakers
Some work boots.
Though today is new
Is in fact renewed
Yet, it is attractive.
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