on the bus i am blessed with her
beside me, our eyes carried
through this city on black wheels, white
trim, green and red lights winking
us forward as she frees the shoes from her feet,
takes her makeup bag out and,
with the rhythm of the road,
applies another face, grinning
as i watch, grinning.
the summer sun crawls skyward
and touches vapor trails
'til they blush the color
of her thin, pink lips
bent into a mile-wide smile
so far above me, water
from wings, spreading
and soon to disperse.
