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Yellow

by Rebekah Danielson

 

Coming home, or going there

Every stop and bump

Cards go flying everywhere

When you’re on the bus

 

The sounds of laughter echo through

Your favorite treats go crunch

Each row goes by two by two

When you’re on the bus

 

 Our eyes adjust from day to night

As the sunset fades

Phones and screens, blinding light

When you’re on the bus

 

Laying down on the floor

Or snuggled with a friend

Truly always we beg for more

When we’re on the bus.