Title from a line of poetry by Philip Larkin (The North Ship, 1945)
Friday, July 7, 2017
Sparrows in the Bush ~ Friday, 7 July 2017
On the bus no one knows anyone else most of the time on occasion we see someone we know start a conversation make plans to meet elsewhere later on at the bar for drinks and more chatter where we know this person no one else on the bus cares a lick about you or them their whole reason as to why they are there has little to nothing to do with your chatter perhaps you think they ride the bus just to listen to your conversation
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