I stepped nto the people
To find that 4 people where "joining" me.

The driver
A middle-age women
A man, sitting towards the rear of the bus
And...

"...down.
How yah brother?
Thats good!"

He muttered something under his breathe.
And then,
"...the sunset. The sun is going down.

Bye now."

I thought about this poem
And what I could mean.