from highlands on curves,
pumping the brakes
down to the capital
rumbles the bus,
coughs at the roadside houses
diesel vapors and burps
to highlands across fields of pine, palm and bamboo
...the passengers gaze at their lives
time brings us recall
at 45 miles both ways
soon enough, we'll arrive in the terminal
two ladies have yapped the entire agenda
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