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Bus stop bustle

Bus stop bustle

I don't hear their talk
I hear the sound when their tongues touch their teeth
And gasp of their throat when they breath
I don't hear them walk
I hear the click and scrape of their heels
And the rubber treading on floor making a squeal 

I don't hear words I hear sound 
I don't hear walks I hear the sound in between when feet touch the ground

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Valerie Beasley...

Hi Ellie… I heard those sounds too when waiting for the bus in Chicago.  This is piece is rich with imagery.  

Well done!

val

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