Bus

Bus

 

 

Sitting in

cool reflections,

testing the warmth

of the sun,

downtown.

 

Optimistic,

as the birds

feed on the trash

in the streets,

on Front street.

 

A bus voucher

in dirty hands.

 

Willing to race traffic,

the breaking

of the back;

hard work

means hard cash.

 

And the bus

is running late.

Reviews

[Emily B]

isn't that always the way . . . but be a few seconds late getting there and that bus driver is bound to be early . . . I liked this, simple, but not. It's the kinda poetry that everyone no matter there age or understanding can take something away from.