Story
The bus was too full —
From the Bus Stop Collection.
an urban poem
The bus was too full
So, I couldn’t get on
I could not go where I always go
My usual
My consistent
My regular
Not possible
Could not go where I always go
So, I took a walk
To places often passed by
But never seen
Past the asphalt-coated basketball court
Where a million, maybe even ten million
me-against-you you-against-me games have been played
I’m better, so much much better, than you.
Games Heard, noisy, intense but never seen.
Hidden, Encased by towering brick tenements,
So never seen
Heard, but never seen
Even the sunshine never gets in
And every strange wanderer is fiercely kept out.
Fiercely kept out
Fiercely kept out.
The bus was too full
So, I couldn’t get on
I could not go where I always go
My usual
My consistent
My regular
Was no longer possible
Must go another way
Could not go where I always go
Must go another way
So, I took a walk
To places often passed by
But never seen
To places often passed by
But never seen
