poem #2

 I chased the bus to the next stop, I was panting out of breath but I made it.

Swiped my card and headed to an empty seat in the back.

Still panting trying to catch my breath, I removed my bag from off my back, placed it on my lap and sat in a corner seat.

Looking out the window I noticed all of the stores outside were moving fast past me.

The bus driver hardly used his brakes; I guess that’s the good thing about riding express.

A man behind me then coughs without covering his mouth and I could feel the hairs from the back of my neck rise.

I am sitting there now with disgust trying my best not to inhale until I felt the air was clear.

I took a breath after awhile hoping all the germs flew outside my now opened window.

The bus started to get more and more packed.

The seat next to me was still free until a man dressed in all black, pen in his chest pocket and patches on his left sleeve reading security had sat beside me.

He had a sweet scent, a scent you could never forget.

His eyes stayed forward, he was stern with no slouch. There was a disciplinary way about him.

He noticed his shoe was untied and he turned his body so he could bend to tie it.

While tying his shoe the pen in his chest pocket fell out n bumped my foot, I reached down and picked it up.

He turned back around looked at me and said thank you as I handed him back his pen.

For a moment I felt something, but I knew it couldn’t and it wouldn’t be anything because he was to stiff of a man,

But the scent of this man is what captured me.

Shaking my head to bring myself back to reality I pushed the bell for my stop.

‘’Excuse me’’ I said, he got up to let me out and said “have a good day”, I smiled and proceeded to the exit and waited for the bus driver to let me out.