The Girl At The Bus Stop - Poem by Sonny Rainshine
I thought you were a ghost
when I first saw you hovering there,
ethereal and vaporous.
You were lost,
you wore wisteria in your hair,
the street and we sat there
as I waited for the bus.
In your gypsy dress you tossed
your skirts with flare,
I stood up to see
if my bus was in sight
and when I glanced back
all I saw was a sprig of wistera.
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