She was leaving.
Standing nervous at the
bus station.
A black misty night blocked
out stars and formed halos around
street lights.
An announcement beckoned
her ticket to the waiting bus. She
straightened up, startled, pony
tail swaying and saddle shoes moving
in the direction of her escape.
Travelers boarded in silence
and then awkwardly chose a seat.
Candy wrappers and parts of
newspapers lay scattered on the floor.
A quiet sigh settles with everyone
as they begin to relax.
The door shuts. The bus shudders
forward.
She watches the taillights fade
into the mist.
She turns and walks
home.
Roger Singer 