I hopped on the bus because it was cheaper
my little car has so many miles on it
it seemed like the thing to do
Made my way down the aisle
being careful not to make eye contact
somehow made it over a very large lady
ok she was fat
sitting in the aisle seat
of course
so I virtually fell into the window seat
sat there thinking how people only
really smell while on a bus or a train
I don't know why
Stared out the window thinking
how much this city has changed
what my father would have thought of this
This would look like the Jetsons to me as a child
How in the world will I get all this work done
I just want to be home watering my
tomatoes and rosemary
Then I turned to look up at the sign
at the front of the bus
an old habit like checking the
lock on the door a second or third time
the sign at the front that shows
what this route is
so I can reassure my neurotic self
yes you dumb butt you are on the right bus
That was when I saw him
five or six rows up
the back of his head between
other tall heads and broad shoulders
it can't be
but the shape of his head,
his hair, so fine, straight
it can't be anyone else
I know it is him
Why is he here
it makes no sense
I know it is him
I think
but if I climb back over
this enormously fat lady and rush up there
or trip or fall and break my neck
to find I am wrong
still I wanted to check
I wanted to see
the way I check to see whether I'm on the wrong bus
I felt scared and excited
If I am right and it is him
but how could it be
Then the bus stopped and the man
must have been fused in the
crowd of smelly people who got off at that stop
because when the bus roared back into motion
he was not there
he was gone
Again I was silent and the chance
to speak to him
to tell him
stepped right off the bus
I saw him and I didn't even move
I didn't even move
Why didn't I call his name
to see if he turned his head
If only I could talk to him again
I didn't even move.
And he used to say I was a genius.
Adding your comment:
