Waiting for the bus

I check the time

At which the bus

Is supposed to arrive

And realize

That I have ten minutes

Left to kill

So I start to go about

Distracting myself

Stretching

Looking up

At the building tops

And people watching

Strangers

Until I run out

Of distractions

And venture a glance

At my watch

To find

I’ve only passed

Three of the ten