playing games
its a beautiful day
sun lights up the damp earth
looks like gold dust
floating in the air
plans are made
mod break is promising to be very busy
the bus is moving
i should be on it
im lucky; it slows
am caught up in bits of conversation, inquisitive faces
unfamiliar
recognition finally dawns
relief sinks in
i saunter along the aisle
knowing that you are there
is everything i need to know
the bus is crowded
on this particular afternoon
and you manage to shove me gently
into your own seat
that brief touch
made my day
i wonder
if you noticed