On this holiday lunchtime bus
five ladies
gray hair and wrinkles
bags on wheels and
stony lifeless faces.
I worry about myself
one day
catching that bus
to get my loaf and the bottle
with my wheely bag
with life all but dead and gone out of me
an endless blur of daytime television
waiting for me at home.
There has to be a better way
to use the resources
to make the connections-
my new year's resolution.
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