twenty feet before the bus stop,
i stop
to wander and wonder
the sidewalks
a short walk
it feels me better than
all the other walks i’ve taken
say that about a girl and they kill you
but at the soda store i take a stroll in
they won’t
unless the cashier is the girl
you’ve taken a walk about
what’s there to talk about
a knife dug out
a dull come out
. . .
i missed my bus
twice