AT THE BUS STOP
The woman is sweaty
The boy is alive
The girls stand together
And the tiny feet pass by on the other side through the corridor
The woman fans her upper lip
The boy is alone in his ear
The girls reflect each other
And the tiny feet stand behind the wall we cannot see, they sit waiting
The woman's lipstick is dripping
The boy zooms into his phone
The girls whisper and raise their voices
New legs emerge beyond the wall, cross-legged, seated, waiting, rolling by
The woman hands are burnt
The boy’s hair is grey
The girls are a girl and a boy
Another part of feet passes while the other sits
The lip and hands get up
The boy puts his hands in his pockets
The girls get closer to whisper and squat
And I don’t see the feet or others through the corridor- they are gone
