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    [post_date] => 2012-10-26 19:51:26
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    [post_content] => Huddled under a single shelter they
Wonder if this bus will be theirs
If the rain will stop or if
There will be a metro left at the station
Did they lock the front door or leave
It on the latch
Will they be late or did they pick up their lunch
Too late now here it comes
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    [post_modified] => 2015-11-26 13:36:32
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            [wpcf-summary-description] => YPN team: Beth’s poem captures a very familiar jumble of emotions – all felt as the bus lumbers into view. We liked the way Beth used her line breaks to tumble from one line to the next, mimicking the jerky flow of thoughts.
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            [wpcf-poem-award] => Winner, Imagism Challenge 2012
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Untitled poem

Beth Jerrett

Huddled under a single shelter they
Wonder if this bus will be theirs
If the rain will stop or if
There will be a metro left at the station
Did they lock the front door or leave
It on the latch
Will they be late or did they pick up their lunch
Too late now here it comes