238, Winter Morning

Hybrid sparkling new and quiet
Pulls into Transit Center Bay 4
In the early dawn
Lights like chandeliers
Sparkle the interior
Pneumatic puff as the doors open
Into the cold they descend
Woven scents of soaps
From all the morning showers
Step down off the bus and hang in the air

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