bus, that is;
she walks through
the wind of people thoughts;
loneliness inside her.
excerpt from down by the greyhound
She, being I, walked down by the Greyhound bus station in Dallas. A teenager. My boyfriend; introduced me to her delicate beauty. The nearby McDonald’s still somehow fondly invades my memories. Millions of people served it said; indeed, what a statement in context with location.
paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower