I'm glad, since we are all waiting around
like bag ladies at a bus stop
hands full of junk
heads full of where we could rather be
well after the local passerby
know the last bus is gone hours prior,
that we have managed to
coordinate our outfits
and, swatting dust from our knees
and mosquitoes from our ears,
I can say with confidence
that I feel right at home with you
in our gum chewing,
shoe gazing,
day dream.
Bottom of the order,
but between the links of the fence and
fingers tired of practice and
eyes content nonetheless to
watch the locals come and go
this is the top of the day.
