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On a Wire Through the Dark; The First Full Day of Fall

On a Wire Through the Dark   I’ve always liked to drive my bus at night— The riders stand out more. Students and commuters Vanish as though fading with the sun. The riders who remain will claim a whole bench seat Or huddle in a corner as though they need Two walls against their backs […]

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