At the bus stop I see the storm hit my face.
Bewildered by glass as the sounds force me awake
Comforted by silence and rain droppings
Denied by scheduling as the bus isn't arriving
Enraged by promise but yet still patient
Forever wondering if my life is complacent
Generating anxiety as I stand here in the rain
Hovering over a fire hydrant because there's people in the way
I get impatient because a big crowd is forming
Judged by my marble blue backpack
Kindled by a rubber goose
Lingered by others, because it's so cute
Men find it weird, thinking really queer
Neglegent of the possibility, that I'm just weird
Open minded folk give compliment to my style
Pride filled my body as I push off my noisy friend Kyle
Quiver with frost as he soaks in wet
Realizing that he has an umbrella,
Sitting on the bench.
The rain slowed down as the bus finally arrives
Umbrellas close, so people can enter like flies
Vindicated by warmth and comfort
Where the bus should be dry
Xylose in the blood stream run on by
Yelling in the distance someone to catch this bus
Zealous to find a friend that they love so much.
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Goosey Q.
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By Judey Kalchik 5 days ago in Writers
Comments (3)
Love the setting of this one, and there are so many familiar beats to this experience we've all had. "Enraged by promise but yet still patient"- so good.
I hate waiting for the bus in the rain, although sometimes people offer me a umbrella., Nice poem
Loved the rythym in this! Great job!