We were too cold to know then.

Stacked shoulder to shoulder
on green linoleum seats
wondering when we would arrive.

The volume of voices
young and irreverent
calling and rising
from the small sliver
of open window allowed
on this old school bus.

This would be the last
journey together
not again,
for a long time.

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