I focus on one.
He sleeps, his body sprawled
Across two seats. One sneaker-covered foot hangs in the aisle,
The other in front of the left seat.
A blanket of sunlight covers him as
He rests his head in the space between the right seat and the window.
His curly brown hair is tousled by the wind
Blowing in from the window above.
Sunglasses cover his eyes like dark double mirrors�
I don�t know if he really sleeps. Perhaps he�s staring
Right back at me.
The bus bumps, and we both go up and down.
One arm crosses his red-orange shirt; the other lies parallel to the seat.
Jeans loosely fit the contours of his body�simply�beautifully.
His brown belt loops around his figure,
Holding him together. He breathes
Through his mostly closed mouth.
The bus drives on, almost stopping, and
He has not yet�but�wait�now
He has awakened.