Conversation like the Bus

Stopping and starting,
Our conversation like the bus:
uneven movement.
Make up your mind,
I always want to talk
about souls and the ineffable.
How do I talk about mysteries?
But too many interruptions
invade my attention.
The man with a golf club
must be Tiger Woods,
And they’re bragging all around.
What are you doing?
I try to focus,
but really, how is your soul?
Where is the source of our life?
This is my stop;
I’ll see you later.

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