13: Aug 2016 #10 - On the Bus
Authored by PJ Carmichael
On the Bus
by PJ Carmichael
A morning in spring:
rainy, wet,
clean.
Lipstick claims the kiss
of a woman behind me;
birds rejoice in cool wind.
(My naked eyes
undress the day.)
The bus fills its belly
as it crawls towards
Oak Grove.