Poetry About Buses

The bus kneels beside the wet curb. Night-shift workers make room for students. A driver greets each face without delay. Windows carry the city in moving squares. For twenty stops, separate lives share direction. Morning arrives according to the route.

Nothing here is only what it seems. Night-shift workers make room for students. A quieter history moves underneath. Windows carry the city in moving squares. The patient eye discovers another current. Morning arrives according to the route.

The bus kneels beside the wet curb. Time moves, but the image does not leave. A driver greets each face without delay. It returns us to public transport, shared routes, waiting, city work, strangers, and the democratic intimacy of traveling together. For twenty stops, separate lives share direction. The day continues with a more attentive heart.