City bus is the metaphor for departure, and stepping on it will be a start of new challenges, new adjustments, and a whole new world. You are being observant, in hopes that you may find something that won't make you feel alone. Again, you have showed in this piece how poetry will let us know the stories and tales of others.
The man behind the glasses,
wishing for a puff of smoke,
I see the yellowing
formed upon the tips
of a cigarette holder,
his fingers bare more tales
than stains from tobacco
^^^ My favorite part. The imagery is just powerful. Everyone has an inner depth, something that may be vaguely seen by our naked
eyes, can be felt by the heart.
We may feel alone, but as long as there's a fire of poetry that burns in our hearts, everyone in a city we will come to know is part of our family
Smashing piece, no doubt. Somehow we are connected invisibly in this world, lonely but not alone. These thoughts are interpreted brilliantly in this writing.
The truthful insight portrayed in attractive layout, great imagery and use of language, the poem is very vivid.
A professional use of contradiction also must be noted,
~bringing auras alive within poetry/ lay dormant within
my tattered nightmares...
and lastly she knew very well to end this human experiment realistically.
Excellent, a joy to read.