Bus

oceans drift around us
as we ride the terminal bus
facial exasperations
longing stares as tranquil
as the night blueness
tartan patterns in perpendicularence

the turtlenecked lady examining
the undulating pavement
the wiseman resting socksandles
on celery
the baldpaperreader looking down
to escape
hairs in buns and bowlerhats

and us sharing a couple
of admiring glances

in the yellow starlight