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“All those streets travelled while on the roadside…” Gun Roswell

Streets travelled 

Seats out of the blue
Painted in the same hue, a cool
Respite, to take a seat

Sitting down, feeling the cooling
Sensations, like diving, in to an ocean
But in a seat at

The bus stop, where all
Other people sit, as I start to
Fantasies of the waters waves

I realize people start to
Stare, some giving me an evil glare
And I realize I am

Moving my arms in a
Fashion of swimming, or who am I
Kidding, it’s a dream, it

Seems, but I don’t care
I feel fine and I continue until
I reach the sandy shore