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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397722" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bus ride at night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At quarter to five <br>the driver refuses, <br>that I get on a bus <br>in Burnett street<br>because it is already full.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are men, woman and children<br>and we talk various languages <br>while we wait for the bus<br>and I see a car guard<br>dancing in the street<br>while he does tricks like a clown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We wait on the next bus<br>and the afternoon passes<br>and the bus is very late<br>and it stays away<br>and just Putco and North Star busses<br>stop at other places.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At dusk the bus appears<br>and it’s got a double deck, <br>but is also full<br>and on the top level the roof is so low<br>that I bump my head<br>while it draws from the curb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’s no place to sit down<br>before we travel halfway to the city<br>and there’s a crowd of people around me<br>and we sit tight against each other<br>and in the front a child is holding onto a bar<br>while she licks the window with her tongue<br>and try to draw spit lines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bus braids through cars, <br>but it takes longer than an hour<br>to ride two stages<br>and a woman calls her husband<br>to pick her up at church square.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Visagie Street the cars stand in a traffic jam<br>and it becomes night<br>while we wait in the traffic<br>and I embark from the bus<br>and twist through the pedestrians<br>and everywhere there are people<br>that stand in dark corners<br>and alleyways<br>and shout at each other in foreign languages.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Church square I see stars in the sky, <br>but uncle Paul looks friendly<br>while the lights<br>of a few cars passes by<br>and I see how his men <br>are protecting him<br>and there’s nobody else in the street<br>and I wonder what to do<br>if the last bus has already left.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wait at night at a bus stop<br>and an old black man<br>comes and stand near me<br>and we are both glad, <br>to catch a ride<br>on the last bus.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bus is lighted brightly<br>And it’s comfortable and hot inside<br>and I see the zoo passing by<br>just before the bus stops for me<br>and red lights<br>disappears in the distance<br>and the evening wind tugs at my jacket, <br>but my house is near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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the driver refuses, 
that I get on a bus 
in Burnett street
because it is already full.

There are men, woman and children
and we talk various languages 
while we wait for the bus
and I see a car guard
dancing in the street
whi..."></div>
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