On Her Bus

“Her hair was long and lustrous black;

and her eyes were great big things with timidities inside.

I wished I was on her bus.

A paint stabbed my heart,
as it did ever time
I saw a girl I loved
who was going the opposite direction
in this too-big world.”

“On the Road”, Jack Kerouac

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