Where the bus goes
Standing around at a bus stop may be a dangerous thing for me to do. When some bus comes, I may feel an urge to step onto it even though I don’t know where it goes. For now, I will get lost in the leaves. I will be gone in a book. I will ride my bicycle on the outskirts of town. Soon enough, I will be able to get on the bus. Q. where would you like to go?Q….