Poems Are Like Buses - June 1, 2026

Gary Hunter
Jun 1
1 min read

some look uncomfortably crowded

and you just don’t feel like

riding that one today

or you could jump on another one

and a crazy person gets in your face

so you get off as soon as you can

some days you might want to walk

and wave to the bus driver

as he drives by the stop

but once in awhile, the bus

or its destination, pulls you in

so you climb on

the point being, each poem

is a journey, and there are dozens

of reasons to board or not board

all you or I have to know,

is there’s another one coming

right around the corner

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