Thursday, August 23, 2012

Shuttle Huddle

Fall semester is right around the corner and I thought I would share a poem about the shuttle bus that takes Umass Boston students from the train to the campus center and vice versa. Enjoy!

Shuttle Huddle 

Her small hand grips the gray rubber strap. 
Her hand tightens with every curve of the crowded bus. 
Her body sways around the backpacks, 
Why do we need to fill the air with words so a five 
Minute bus ride is less awkward? 
Her coat becomes tighter with every pointless conversation. 
With every intake of breath. 
The hum of the bus is drowning. 
Drowning out particular sentences and words. 
The voices become apart of the hum. 

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