The Unsolved Puzzles.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

inside the bus
we simply are huddled in

we pay and service is done
by chance we oblige for a talk

we visit a lot of places and
had our pictures taken

these matters are not meant
for intimacy, all are casual

we walk in and we walk out
in that long trip, more thoughts,

the last dinner was served
tomorrow we all leave and go

our separate ways, though emails
are given, there is no bother

at the end, we are back into
our real nooks, reading, typing,

thinking again how to solve
the same puzzles which we left.