Rescued from the storm
By a coven of knitters
on Lincoln.
Still, was all wet
already.
The head knitter
then recognized me as
fellow who saw her other day
in abandoned shelter
on Lincoln where I had said to her
-There used to be a bus here…
and we again discussed
fruitless community attempts to save the bus.
I need further rescue
of the kind
I'll never find
On this street again.
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