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Donna McArthur's avatar

Thank you, I love both of these poems. Your bus ride adventure where you simply got on and kept going sounds awesome! I would love to do that. I live in a tiny town and we have one itsy-bitsy bus that drives folks to surrounding towns so I can't get the same kind of ride. I am always thrilled when I'm in the city and can take public transport! The people! The neighborhoods!

How wonderful you are getting into your groove as the poems keep coming. Hopefully by publishing here on Substack the Muse is entertained enough to keep showing up for you.

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Cindy Angyal's avatar

The first poem describes a man who is living a solitary life on the streets. (My take)Your descriptors

give us an eye into his existence: “the frown digs resting lines deeper"…

“Jeans and battered jacket are what he has worn like skin…”

I can just visualize him walking away under that blanket of fog.

Chef-d’oeurave!

Your second poem had me (to use your word) enthralled!

It just made me want to get on a bus and ride off to parts unknown!

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