A long rolling roomful of frost-brightened faces,
or strangers to sweat with at forty degrees;
a babbling bubble of crossed conversations;
a crowd to get lost in and be at your ease;
a lumbering oblong of light in the darkness;
a half-hour of freedom to do as you please.
Displayed on buses in Canberra, ACT, Australia as part of the Poetry-in-ACTION project, 2007-2008