The day your driver stoppednot halfway home
to say another bus had crashedin Takapuna
& he’d been toldto turn around
pick up the passengersbut you got out instead
thinking it might be quickerto walk home
only to see his tail-lightsreceding
before you got halfway thereyour feet started to hurt
in those damned sandalsuntil you tried
that one surefire shortcutthat took so much longer
& you feltnot so much alive
as if you ought to feel
something like that
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