6 posts tagged “poetry”

Where is the bus?
In silence, some sitting and some standing
We all ignore
Each Other
The middle school kid is smoking
Like Always
The overly friendly old man who is really just nosy shouts, "How y'all doin' today?"
We are silent.
"Where do you go to school? Where do you go to school?"
Where is the bus?
The black cats glide across the black road
Past the old Asian Lady who is standing beneath a tree looking for hers
In a Pink robe and leopard-print pajama pants
Staring up, up, up
She is my friend, why do I not speak to her?
The Mid-Life Crisis who is walking his Golden Retriever
Is asking the world who is more successful
They walk in the road because there are no sidewalks here
Ah, there he is, the last one, slipping through the bars of his gated community
He is a stander, leaning against the STOP sign
We have the STOP but where is the
Bus?
The Asian lady is still staring into the tree Her hair is still black in Most places Though her Face is

old, old, old
She used to have to stick pins into Japanese boys on the trains back home
Who tried to look with their hands instead of their eyes
The birds are singing
Where are the slanting sunrays?
Where is the bus?
It is overcast ----
I want to listen to music but
When the bus comes I will only Write Poetry
He throws the cigarette into the road
The fat, friendly man in the short shorts who works at the bicycle shop runs over it in his screaming ancient Beetle painted rusty red with the cream doors which just wants to be put to rest but only we are interred
As we step onto the bus
The old Japanese Lady looking into the tree
My friend looking for her cat.

Written, Revised May 5 and 6, 2008