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She steps on the bus
and sits on the
steel seats, the two faces
outside are leaving and
they blend into each other, two mouths
talking in each other’s hair
and choices about restaurants, blurring
over salination.
Gravity and age, eternity in their voices.
Her own head is like
a bell and the distance
between them is music,
tinging with time, cracking
on the road.