I look into the eyes
of a young man
looking at a BMW
swiftly passing
the bus we are sitting in.
What is he thinking
this man
with a $2 watch and
an underused smile
a girlfriend knocked up
that he knocked down
yesterday
just before she told him
the news
(and then they kissed)?
Nothing is my guess.
He turns his head
and bears down on his gum
throwing back his Michael Bolton hair.
For him the BMW
passed by long ago.
