Poem for the bus riders

The 7 of us are in it together
The voice announcing where we are
Left and right, we rock on our ankles
Are we gripping the strap or clasping hands to hold each other up?

A bit more waiting time, more thinking
We hug each other as we climb on this accordion beast
"I know you're doing your best friend"

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