I would pace,
But I’ve not the energy,
So I sit,
Calmly sit,
For seeming eternity,
And you know
I would go
If I thought there’s someone to see,
But I sit
Calmly sit,
Waiting what seems endlessly
For her face
To give a small smile to me.

Homies and druggies mill about
Tossing coins at corners of dirty walls
Getting loud at each other they shout
To passing cars they make their sales calls.
This isn’t the right place or time
So into a passing bus I climb
Flashing my monthly ride pass to the driver
And quietly I sit directly behind her.
The city changes with the passage
Gone behind now leaving the rows of rage
Into the developed and reclaimed homes
Gentrified by the progressive reclaimers
The see through windows of fine Italian stone
And grids of stainless steel retainers.
I leave the bus to walk a clean swept street,
Unknown to anyone there’s no one to greet.
Yet this is where I might see a vision of beauty
Come twilight this where she might be.

I would sit,
But it might bring attention,
Perhaps pace,
Slow not race,
Unnoticed is my intention,
So to stay
All the way
Till she comes by at twilight
And I see
Her beauty
Before the day turns to night,
I would sit
But I stir with emotion.

The clouds covered the setting sun
As the streetlights came on one by one
Giving spotlights of bright along the way
Guiding the workers home as they ended their day.
The rumble of car and buses joined the thunder
That came from far off places in the suburban west
Where was the rain passing I paused to wonder
As I found a lamppost to give my pacing a rest
And seem not so impatient to a passing eye,
Nonchalant and belonging to this place
Not giving the rise of my being or the why
Till I could see the beauty of her face.
Lightening strobes cast surrealistic shadows
And rain started to tap gently on nearby windows
And I saw the approach of the cross town bus
So before the drenching off I did rush
To maybe return this way
Another day.