Day 29 - Location

One day more... 

For Day 29, I decided to keep thing simple and use a randomly generated lovation for my poem. It came up with the bus so here we go:

Bus Ride

And on that lonely bus ride

in orange and purple sky

bleeding out our secrecy - 

hands clasped beneath a coat

and arms pressed into a seam,

watching buildings mesh

together in sunset haze - 

take this momentary bliss 

for granted until you depart 

to be greeted with a thousand 

accusing glares; sequence of

daggers pressed, exquisitely,

into your spine.