bus stop

on the bench
in the glass opened
booth at
the bus depot
waiting for
the A-9. long
bearded, white
with a hooked
brown cane, glass
eyed, and blue
like old an fish
without fins,
a plastic bag
in hand. a skeleton
in shoes, then
rising as
the wind changes
and the bus
arrives, the thump
and whistle
of brakes, and
doors unfolding,
and gone
as if never here.