The Bus Stop

They meet on buses
where she pretends
she doesn't know him.
He'll drop his ticket
then ask if its hers;
looking in her purse
she'll shake her head
but they'll start
to talk anyhow.
He'll sit close beside
their legs just touching
she'll feel his warmth
and every time
this happens
love just starts to burgeon.
It keeps them alive,
the thrill and that
sense of the unexpected
of meeting, greeting
a brand new romance.
When they alight
he'll walk her home
express surprise
and then afterwards
its no surprise
until the next time
they meet on the bus.




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Written on 2013-06-08 at 15:52

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well written, as always, Elle. Pessimist that I am, I worry that, if they're not careful, this amusement could turn into another routine.
2013-06-09


Commentally Ill
ooh, exciting. but they shall have to be careful, or they may escalate to libraries, cafes and *gasp* political conventions. it would be simply scandalous.

(not really. what is scandalous is the fact that i could not think of anything else to type, what with all of the innuendo available in connection with such a poem.)
2013-06-09



There is nothing more thrilling than 'a brand new romance.' Your bus-riders have discovered the secret of happiness.

William
2013-06-09



I love this it has such an endearing , elegant charm
2013-06-08


countryfog
There is a sweet innocence about this, how love can begin with desire expressed in simple gestures, obvious subterfuges, tentative but calculated too, each hoping to find out just how far this shared journey will take them, the poem leaving that unanswered "until the next time / they meet on the bus."
2013-06-08