With the previous evening’s electricity still
sitting in their unwashed hairs,
they sit on a bus going past Tappan Zee.
Long-haired, sultry adventurers,
trapping others on the bridge with
their voices and vivacious force,
comment on the bridge’s structure and beauty.
They run through rain and laugh loudly on buses,
travelling through distance and time just to
keep their friendship alive without restriction or cause.
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