back and forth.
leaving about now from farmington. gotta work at 12.
squeaky blue seats, green pines and furs and the tips of rocks peak out like icebergs upon the white sea of snow.
inbetween trees, flashes of shopping malls and plazas, streetlights and powerlines.
silence on the bus. stomach hurts.
guardrails hypnotize.
over bridges. high tree line ahead. reflection of the horizon in my window.
tall ceilings scrunched up feet and toes.
clenched hands.
butterflies all a flutter in my belly.
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