rust and metal rising

up from the ground,

mingled with trees and vines

wrapped in a blanket of

decaying leaves.-

the old bus sits,

with, wheels intact

and cables and wires

mixed with foliage.

passengers long departed,

no hope of repair

or return to the symbol

of progress it once represented

as nature has slithered and coursed its fingers,

climbing, weaving a new chapter.

stories that once passed

from seat to seat while

the wheels carried the souls

from source to destination

are now shared

as memories, called up

and catapulted from a photograph or conversation

about the rusted bus

sitting in the middle of the woods.