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Really 6? You couldn't stop or stay
Already stopped? You had to move right on
Although I should have been seen on the way
My arms still waving at your form, now gone?
I ran you down, two blocks and more between,
Limbs flailing in my desperate wish to be
Home and secure. But no, I was not seen,
Or else the driver chose maliciously
And closed the door on me. Why would he so?
What would it cost him, stopped at the next light
To let me come before he chose to go
And bring an end to my despairing flight
Not at a bus stop, cold and bleakly bare
But in a bus with room and warmth to spare?