I Wonder

Standing at the bus stop
Smoking a ciggy
Turning her back to the wind
As it tries to snatch up
The edges of her coat
And collar and hair

She waits

With patience and trust
That her vessel will arrive
And whisk her off
To the next connection
Or interchange

Maybe she’s going to see someone
Or to the store
Or maybe she’s just going…

As the bus chugs towards

I wonder

how does she trust?
Why does she trust?
Is it out of habit or necessity?


2 thoughts on “I Wonder

  1. Thanks for the comment! I had a writing professor who used to tell us “if there’s no surprise to the writer, there won’t be a surprise for the reader.” I didn’t think this piece would end like this either. but I liked where it went…


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