Saturday, June 8, 2013

The Bus Stop

The Bus Stop

Standing and waiting at the bus stop

The weather worn bench sits accompanying strangers

Newspaper pages escort the directionless wind

Empty cans litter the designated post

Urine marks the vagrant’s nightly home

Suits, dresses and jeans adorn the pedestrian walk

Ghostly people heading to and fro

Dusk will assuredly mark their return

Streetlights flashing red, green and in between

Metal monsters stop and go with each changing flicker

Merchants peddling their goods to the morning rush

The smell of coffee in the air

No smiles, no hellos exchanged

Amidst all this confusion humanity is speechless

Just in time - the bus has arrived.


Thank you,
Joseph Pede

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