A Particular Bus Ride

The poetry of a particular bus ride was a mountain strong woman swearing cheerfully in the back. Profanity’s bride, tossing colorful words like floral bouquets into the air around her. The rest of us timidly strain our ears to catch while pretending not to. What truth would we each speak I wonder, if we were fearless and unabashed?

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