View from a Bus Stop

Too bad the bus is 16 minutes out,
but walking doesn’t seem advised to do –
this pain at base of spine is not a shout,
but whispers so persistently I’m through
with further ambulation. And it’s true
this bench is nice and so’s the shade on me.
I’m comfortable. Before my ride’s in view,
I’ll finish these 8 lines of poetry.

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