Bus dust

The bus shelter stands against a silhouette of bus dust.
A newspaper half-read lies on a lap in its cement bench.
A towel is spread on the seat, with an open-ended smile
Hidden in bearded growth, meant to forget hunger pangs.
The face inside has no travel on mind,  a killer of time.
Layers of  bus dust have settled on it burying its years.

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