bus poem

bus whirs outside

arms catch on wires

brakes let out a breath

rest at the stop for a second

eat a few passengers

regurgitate a few others

some stops are a big meal

swelling with a stomach full

until the stops downtown

provide some offloading relief

crawling all over the city

always demanded

and even chased after

until broken and then fixed

and put back on the schedule

born into a purpose

of making the city run on time