A bus I travel through
bustling on weekdays
comes on time some days
delays on the next
every day I sit in
forty-six A;
going home or to class
hither it stays
intense seat rivalry
jamming to the music
kilometres too far
leaving trees behind
moderately slowing
never motionless
others keep waiting
please hold the handrail
queuing to enter
raining on windows
stay behind the white line
to the ocean it goes
UCD, it announces
various students depart
warning, ramp is closing
xanthic leaves on roads
yesterday I disappeared in
zigzaggedness movement.