I saw her at the only bus stop <br />In our little, forbidding town. <br />She seemed to be on the top - <br />The girl was getting me down. <br /> <br />I wanted to be just like she – <br />A young girl of the world <br />With a hand luggage- so free - <br />In a bus on the provincial road. <br /> <br />Colorful lights of a big city <br />Were on the lookout for her. <br />The bus departed, I felt pity – <br />I had to remain here forever. <br /> <br />Where are you, girl from the bus? <br />Where is your destination? <br />There was a difference between us, <br />Or... it’s only my imagination...<br /><br />Jolanta Gradowicz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-girl-at-a-bus-stop/
