Bus stop

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Cracked road
leads into mirage


Yellow field,
herds of bulky shadow
migrating across                migrate?


Glass box,
Sunlight streams
through its film

Well tailored bones
sit patiently
for a days work
to begin

I only have one small change suggestion.  This poem is like looking at four very different snapshots.  Because of the title, I am expecting buses, so I'm reading references to structure to be a bus/buses (the mirage, the herd, the glass box) .  Am I anywhere on the right track (not that it matters, because I like it).  Your poems lend themselves to multiple interpretations which is good sometimes.  I do it too much.