The Wheels on the Bus
18" x 24"
acrylic / canvas

Dwindling numbers at the bus stop
by the small roadside zoo
keep a broken smile as the dust settles slowly upon us.
Feet waiting and shuffling and kicking at stones
shared feelings of joy and last minute fears,

We're waiting for peoplewho don't really like us,
a much better prospect than sitting alone
for we've all left our small rooms as brittle as candy
the sheet metal windows the walls of dark slate.

We will sing our pale anthem to the air thin and fragile
once aboard with new friends connected and whole
and we'll grin somewhat careless in the escalating silence
to the terminal... while the wheels on the bus go around.