Up to the curb where she waits for the bus
Bright future ahead, shade from trees overhead
also the gift of birth and take care of your children
The sweet maintainers of the future one day to bury us
She held her books to her chest
university breeze
I yelled out with every wistfully clogged ventricle
heart pushing blood out into my body, as I voice into street
she paced more quickly now the buses down the hill converging
her cheeks, my kissing cloth hidden from sight
her eyes, almost bearing little pearls to the pavement
hurrying knees and she embarked
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