The bus was my freedom
A day pass, a book, and snack money
I could ride the line and back
On my own private adventure
My peers wanted cars and parties
I wanted an empty seat for my backpack
An easy transfer between bus lines
A covered bench for rain or shine
Walking through massive parking lots
An urban forest of concrete and strip mall’s
Me and my paperback resting on a bench
A metropolis for my young self to explore.
Elizebeth Turnquist 
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