The school bus rattled down the road today,
its windows yawning, its seats yawning louder.
So I sketched a pair of wings on its sides.
Feather by feather, the bus stretched and lifted,
rising like a bird that had been waiting too long.
Children leaned out of the windows,
their laughter spilling like confetti into the clouds.
And I sat in the last row, sketchbook in hand,
watching a bus discover its secret—that it was never meant for roads.
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