on the bus

i glance past the
hundred or so eyes
that look away
from looking at me
all going somewhere
as my eyes make contact
with theirs
their heads turn as if to say
i wasn’t lookin your way
my eyes were wandering
and it just so happens
that we crossed
paths at the same time
not my business
the business
of yours
well at least
not while your
looking at me anyway

It’s cool i know the drill
we are all on the same bus
going somewhere
trying to not see
those that stand
right in front of us
looking away
when contact is made

i get it
just find a place
not a person but a thing
lock your eyes on to that
while you journey
on the bus

Published in: poetry | on May 3rd, 2008 |

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