Drunk on the standup bus you're only minutes from anywhere.
The showdown of last orders will probably never come.
The teenager stands up on the drunken bus - she is
only seconds from everywhere. To travel is how she arrives.
Full-up the bus cruises past the sober citizens at the stop -
each one semaphores a vicious appeal for fairness. They are
now hours away from where the place is. Those on the bus
start to laugh. This is one definition of community.

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