The Unspoken Rules of Public Transport

By Saywisely

1 min read Jan 15, 2025
Don't make a call, don't meet my eyes,
Pretend to read, or be world-wise.
The seat between us, sacred ground,
Where not a single word is found.

We sway together, left and right,
A silent ballet in harsh light.
And though we're crushed, and packed in tight,
We grant each other blissful flight.

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