Bus Stop 4

Saturday, February 5, 2022

walking against the grain 

hyacinth coat hedged over the knee,

two legs stumble forward

fighting tension.


perhaps it is your skin,

brown-fringed hat

extra-large cup 

or rambunctious monologues, 

our faces turn.

with bravado I claim my throne

unbothered by your stares.


the navy waistband falls lower

unabated by gravity,

without a break for oxygen

your prose brings light