if the bus seems crowded   it likely

is   not all seven

and a half billion of us

are on the bus   but enough   each

including

me   with problems   some

more than others   but none immune   there

are not enough hours

in a day

to absorb   appreciate   respond 

to

all the woes   joys   heartaches   which stumble

and tumble their way before us   i was

told   and

believe   that if you find one of the many who care

hold on tight   i

~

take her arm   drizzly san francisco evening

city of neon 

lean my head on her damp shoulder