Greyhound

•Derived from TakingTheGreyhound (Jan 31st, 2021).•

Locking the door behind me

I always thought home was an idea

Home could be far

Home could be where you stand

I miss my old city

How can you be sure this rough Greyhound bus doesn’t know the way

The Greyhound knows all

Foreign doorsteps

Warm smiles

Soft wind, chilled tea, join me

Off the curb and onto the asphalt

Onto the Greyhound, heading home