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Poetry of Issue #8        Page 27

THE MAN ON THE BUS



The man on the bus looked guilty,
his eyes kept darting from here to there
Jew or Arab, how could I know the difference?
He wore a jacket in the summer
my inner alarm bell went off
I sat tighter in the seat,
if I have to go I have to go –
he got off at the next stop.







  Lois Michal Unger