I sit all day at the bus stop.
Buses go past; one with Juliet, one with my good brothers, another with my ambitions.
No one waits here; they get on around the corner, I imagine.
I wait and think and read the bus schedule,
Hoping one will have my date and time.
I get on the last bus of the night
And fall asleep before I get home.
Image by: Taro Taylor