we are all waiting
although not for the same bus
as shadows getting darker and longer
our faces becoming fuller of fear
yet more familiar to one another
—still, there is no bus coming
the route may have been changed
probably an accident has occurred
i will miss my job interview
damn it, dogshit, . . .
—still, there is no bus coming
someone finally left in a taxi
a couple is walking away
several more are agitating
but i continue to stand still, waiting
—still, there is no bus coming
no one enjoys standing long for nothing
nevertheless i choose to keep waiting