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Poetry: "The Stops" I have to catch the 71 and the 55city buses, both of them hourly, to get to my father there is no other way, though I’ve lived in this city twenty years and have many friends so I bring a book and something that no one will notice me eating I try to sit in one of the single seats that doesn’t have any graffiti or damp spots, maybe I get to read a page or two or at least stay out of the way of the boy whose pants are short, who rides this route every day, and shouts at himself the names of all the stops |