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On a Bus To Atlanta

Past midnight,

the miles unwind

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at a sluggish pace.

Heads sway

with each subtle

lane change.

All around,

conversations die

in mid-sentence

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leaving silence.

Then, without notice,

my teenage son

curls like a baby

and falls asleep

across my lap.

Our closeness,

lost so long ago,

gives warmth

that this stranger

still needs Dad.