Bus Stop by Jasen Sousa

Bus Stop

Her glass is covered

with torn-off stickers.   Small cracks 

in her frame have transformed 

into large tears that make her less sturdy.

Her transparency has been replaced

by a mucky haze that doesn’t 

allow people to see in or out.

People have tagged 

her skin with magic marker

to let the world know who

has come and gone.

Little shining pieces 

of her existence, what she used to be,

glow in the dark on pavement,

liquor store signs provide light.

The elements have worn her down

to the point that I would not even

recognize her if I were standing inside her,

waiting for her to arrive.

First Published

in

Somewhere Lost

Copyright © 2011 by Jasen Sousa

Copyright © All Rights Reserved by J-Rock Publishing

Library of Congress

Cataloging in Publication Data

ISBN  978-0-9714926-7-7