the boy sprints fast down the road
time is ticking
and he doesn't want to miss his train
he skids to a halt at a bus stop
where a bus is waiting,
waiting,
waiting,
for passengers.
the boy is sweaty and frail and broke
but the bus driver thinks
'he's a sad and poor young boy'
and she decides to let to boy in for free
the boy sighs with relief
and finds a seat in the very back of the bus
the bus driver takes off towards the train station
she smiles at the boy through the rearview mirror
little does she know his fate
in what is now
fourteen minutes.
YOU ARE READING
stationary.
Poetrylouis has only one hour, which is enough; for time had never seemed to affect him © 2014 by finallyawake. all rights reserved.
